Benson stared at April the pilot, face dropping into a slightly more impassive and blank than it had been before- even though before, it had been only barely pleasant. But instead of turning away or responding, like another person would do, he just stared blankly at her for several moments, waiting for the captain and the pilot's communication to end. Then he shifted attention to the captain, and said, "The intercom was offline because of a faulty diagnostics program. I'm restarting it with another section of code to prevent it from shutting off other noncritical systems."

Then he paused for a moment, and said slightly more human-like- you know, with emotion- "Besides, captain, it'll keep you on your toes." He turned back to April and answered her right after, without any moment for interjection on either of the two other people's part. "When I look into the void, I see possibilities. Had I not joined this crew, I would be dead right now. Just a fact, really. Had I joined a different crew- one of the other two ships rather than this one- I'd either be dead or in a crew with elements that are far worse than ourselves. The void is my escape- my prison. It's everyone else's escape and prison, too, because we're all stuck here with physics and such to limit ourselves, with only minimal research going into truly ground-breaking things like quantum physics- which, mind you, could be the difference between weeks and months of time to get between interplanetary space, to days and hours. Simply observing a Kyoopy (Which, when he pronouces it, sounds very much like "Q" and then "P") particle can change its properties and state- and that particle can be in multiple places at once, so simply looking at something could tell someone on the opposite side of the continent, planet, or even across the system about whether or not that person is looking at it. And that's scratching the surface- one could create a device to use these entangled particles to create an instant communications device that can transmit across any amount of space without fail, because there is no signal, there is nothing to be interfered with- it's just-"

Then Benson, who in the middle of his rather passionate, rushed speech, froze, staring wide-eyed at his audience of two with a very rare show of expression- that is, passion, surprise, shock, and confusion. Then the moment passed, and his face closed down again, emotion wiping off of it as he sat back down and hugged his legs, looking anywhere but the captain and pilot, almost expecting to be punished or reprimanded, expecting something [i]negative[/i]. Garry, in his programmed wisdom, climbed back onto his owner's knee, and called out the time. In a very obviously pre-programmed voice, Garry the mechanical spider screamed in a loud, manly voice, "[b]IT IS SIX. FORTY. THREEEEE![/b]" A short pause followed, about two or three seconds, before the recording said, "[b]THAAAANK YOOU![/b]" 

Then the small spider's faceplates extended as far away from each other, pleased with itself.