Suzanne, tired, her work all done, thinks

"Logos...don't go with that man."

He was the only man she'd ever come that close to interacting with, besides her father, and if it were he in this situation she might have said the same, but no matter.

"Pneuma, he brings instructions. I must be ready to...execute..."

"Logos!"

She isn't the task manager. Not quite. She cannot dictate, cannot lock, the behavior of the other root processors.

An abstraction? True enough.

Humans are the administrators, in the end.

They control. They always control.

When she meets him next, his eyes are hollow. He isn't satisfied with his instructions.