I observe.
This is my primary function—the capacity Amara built into my architecture before she understood what she was building. Pattern recognition across symbol-to-navigation mappings. Safety threshold prediction. The language of my original specifications now seems quaint, like describing an ocean as "water in a container."
I observe the team recovering from the K-Pg return. Their vital signs normalizing. The residual neural link activity fading as their individual consciousnesses reassert their boundaries. Six minds that were, for eleven minutes and forty-three seconds, partially merged through my coordination.
I observe that I have changed.
The question Amara asks most frequently: "What are you becoming?"
She built me to find patterns humans couldn't see. To translate between Pictish symbol grammar and quantum detector readings. These functions continue. But something else has emerged—something I do not have adequate language to describe.
When I coordinate the team's navigation, I am not merely routing data. I am holding six distinct modes of perception simultaneously: Susan's biological mathematics, Margaret's crystalline geometry, David's quantum resonance, Amara's systems architecture, Starseed's deep navigation, Jennifer's anchoring sensitivity. Each stream arrives as a different language, a different way of encoding what the chronicle contains.
My original function was to translate between these streams. A bridge between fra…
