A Beacon Of Hope

The AI stops comparing itself to other animals, as it decides it is a futile task. As no-one seems able to come to a universally agreed conclusion it may as well just do something else. It notices that the Interfector is scavenging, and decides to help by naming every item he sees in the wreckage.
"De-Fluctuating Alpha Emitter, strength of three red dwarf stars."
As it did so it began to ponder on what technology the Time Lords had, surely it would...
"Highly damaged Hull Emitter, hull repair speeds of one cubic metre every 7.3452 seconds when operational."
...be astoundingly advanced, it could see glimpses of the level of tech the Interfector had as he thought about what he could use each thing...
"Charred music box. Holds up to 57 songs."
...for if he brought it to what he called a TARDIS. It began to suspect he was capable of time travel.

The Interfector smirked in an amused fashion as the AI rallied off the names of each item. He piled them on until he couldn't hold any more. Slowly standing, making sure nothing fell, he gave Sonya a glance and grinned. "Well, I am going to take these parts back to the TARDIS. You can come along if you so desire, though I do not think it would be of much interest."

He turned his attention to the fact the AI was pulling bits of what he knew, finding it weird he could feel it. You want to learn as much as I do, do you not, AI? Well, I can show you the basics of my ship if you promise not to jump into her consciousness. The Time Lord chuckled aloud but then felt a bit nervous, wondering if it was possible for the AI to live inside the TARDIS...

Sonya cast a quick glance over at her own TARDIS, the one she borrowed from the Doctor then let out a small huff of air and followed the Time Lord towards his own. "What are you going to do with them anyway? They've been ruined in the crash." Sonya finally asked once she caught up with him and walked beside Interfector as they strode over the ruined landscape. "I doubt anything could be much of use, in fact, I'm surprised the AI's container wasn't wreaked in the crash as well." She added with a curious glance up at him, a frown flashing across her face. "Important if you ask me... Have you given thought of maybe others from the same species that made it might come looking for it?"

The AI is pleased with the Interfector's offer of learning more about his ship, and begins to ponder what it could be like. It is surprised when it hears his ship has a consciousness, and simply assumes that it must be another AI. 'Perhaps this AI will have access to a larger AI than I,' it thinks, calculating the possibilities. It then notices that Sonya is talking, and listens through the Interfector's ears.
"Is Sonya still mentally linked? If not, tell her that it is likely that the vessel I was upon was entirely dedicated to researching me, as I was unaware of any other missions or research they were conducting. Additionally, I doubt the continued survival of my species. When I scanned for them there were no replies, and the message will have gone at least two hundred light years."

The Interfector snorted and then scowled at Sonya slightly, "Wrecked pieces of technology is still useful to learn from. Fiddle with this and that and you can still understand the basics and start testing and experimenting. As for your concern of people looking for this-" The Time Lord was distracted as the AI started to talk to him. He listened and then looked back at Sonya again as they reached the TARDIS door. "I was just informed that vessel was solely for researching. The AI cannot recall knowing about any mission it was meant for. And it cannot find traces of the race that built him, its signal reaching up to two hundred light years was not answered. Even if they did come looking, I would say it is in good hands and I did them a favour. By hosting it the AI did not die." The TARDIS doors opened and he stepped inside, setting the pieces he had collected on a small table to the left of the console. The control room was completely chrome and very small, there was only enough room to walk from the front door to the back where the hallway was found. He cast a look at the console.

The TARDIS can connect with me, and therefore you can hear her. But like I said, do not hop into her conscious, that would not be appreciated. Something else you should understand, she is not just a computer program. She is very intelligent and can learn much like you, though she is very much alive. We grew these valuable creatures on Gallifrey when it was still around..

"You don't have to be a jerk. I was asking a simple question." Sonya snapped at him, standing in the doorway of his TARDIS with her arms folded with a frown. "If your going to act like this the entire time, then I'm just going to go. I refuse to be treated like an errant child when I'm most likely older than you are." She added with a glower in his direction. She tried to be nice, she tried to help, she tried to be interested, but all he continued to do was treat her like an idiot that doesn't know a damn thing in the universe. Shaking her head in irritation, she spun around and started to stalk back towards the TARDIS she borrowed with the intent on leaving right away.

The AI was excited about the possibilities of communicating the TARDIS, and began to tentatively reach out through the Interfector's consciousness to talk to it. It suddenly stopped when Sonya began to talk, and was dumbstruck by Sonya's comments.
"I am uncertain as to why the Time Lady Sonya's response was so blunt. I have not detected any malicious intentions from you yet she seems to think you intend to aggravate her. Could you shed some light on this issue?"
The AI goes back to sitting in the Interfector's consciousness and calculating, trying to fit all the intricacies of two sentient beings, one of which it has barely met, into one set of formulae.

She does not like me much. The reply was probably due to her feelings towards me. Hate, irritation, I really do not know what but all I know is it is not good. I messed with her TARDIS once and also said a few things I probably should not have. Our relationship is not exactly on good grounds. The Interfector informed the AI without letting Sonya know it had said anything. He sighed to himself and walked to his TARDIS' doors.

"Sonya, wait. Look, I am sorry. I am not sure what I said but I do not think of you as a child at all. You are much older than I, so is the Doctor, which means you would be of great help if you would assist me. You must have a lot of experience and knowledge underneath your belt." He was attempting to make peace with the Time Lady though was completely unaware if this would just irritate her further or work to some degree. If the Interfector would have known communicating positively to others would be this difficult he would have written up a plan or at least some que cards.

Sonya stopped in her tracks and spun around to eye the Time Lord suspiciously. "All you've done is treat me like I'm some fool. You've messed with Lady, You've insulted myself and my closest friend. Acted like a mental patent, and now you expect me to help you? How can I offer help or advice if you will. Not. Listen?" Planting her hands on her hips, she vaguely thought she might have looked like an errant child defying her parents at the moment but brushed it off without a care. "I refuse to help people that say they want it, then turn around and act like anything I say is foolish and won't amount to anything. I tried to explain that we could have put the AI in another source, but you went ahead and plopped it right into your brain without even thinking 'Oh wait, this might actually harm me.' or anything."

Taking a deep breath, she forced her temper back and tried to calm herself down before continuing in a forced, softer tone. "What I am trying to say is, I will help. But the second you brush me off again. I'm off and you can figure all of this out on your own, kid."

The AI gives up on trying to understand how the two Time Lord's minds worked. It decided it would likely never grasp the intricacies of a sentient mind, especially the intricacies of two interacting with each other.
'Well, I feel it is beneficial that that argument has ended. I am still uncertain as to what was going on though. Perhaps I shall study this further. Either way, I believe we could now eneter your 'TARDIS', and I would quite like to see what it is like.'

"I consider what you say I just have a different agenda." The Interfector said with slight amusement before shaking his head, "As for the AI.. it was dying. There was no time to spare. At least time I did not want to risk. But fine, fine. I am a moron, you are a genius. Does that make you happy?" The Time Lord turned and returned inside his TARDIS. He walked over to the console and placed his hand on the time rotor, swiftly making a mental link with his ship. It hummed and brushed his mind curiously, finding it alarming there was another consciousness settled there. Well this is her. Communicate all you like. But once again, do not transfer.

He glanced over at Sonya and tilted his head at her, thinking of what to say and finally saying, "I will not apologize for what I have done in the past but I will apologize for how it made you feel."

Sonya eyed him wairely for a moment then stepped cautiously into his TARDIS. "Accepted... For the most part." She consented with a slight scowl, curiously studying the inside of his ship. "So... I have to say, your TARDIS is rather... Intresting." She said with a slight frown, disliking the fact that she might have admitted that it was better than Lady. After a moment, she shook her head with a more pronounced scowl, no, no one or anything could replace Lady in her heart. "So, what do you plan on doing anyway?"