The unfamiliar AI was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you have anything you want to say to my father, Xiang Shan? Any requests? I can upload any information you want to send."
"No, no." Anatoly waved his hand dismissively, "Don't come to me for such things. I don't know what Xiang Shan has become after two hundred years. Based on the information you've given, Yawgmoth is now just a mongrel. Xiang Shan could also be a mongrel. Besides, how do I know you're not sent by Yawgmoth to trick me?"
"But..."
"If you wish, you could give me an euthanasia set too. Or send a bullet from outside... maybe crash a spaceship into me."
"Any unauthorized flying object that might threaten the 'Ark' will be shot down before approaching. I'm just an AI, not as flexible as a Martial Artist to circumvent firewalls and system permission to extract privileges."
Anatoly nodded, "So, not many biological brains can reach my cell, huh? Not even a fellow inmate. By the way, I think you should leave."
