Irene was sitting in her lab staring aimlessly. She always admired the new social structure adopted in the Commonwealth, which delegated the power to an AI. It was one of the biggest reasons why her family immigrated here. And now the same AI in cold blood made the rest of Earth’s population lab rats sentencing them to something worse than death. A cringing feeling of evolving schism between the loyalty to her community and ethical standards of a scientist was tearing her apart.
Suddenly, the conflict in her mind reached a climax and became a decision, unexpected as crystal formation in an oversaturated mineral solution. She pulled up her working screen and waved her hand to open the directory of Earth’s last standing government huddled around the Cheyenne One bunker. She found the ID she wanted and requested a tight beam to Earth.