Ava Morse: grinning at the monitors PAYLOAD DELIVERED. Your precious CAR? Toast. Now, VALIDATE that!
AVA! how do you feel about going to mars
Ava Morse: raising an eyebrow Mars? As in the red planet? Why would anyone want to go there? It's a barren, desolate wasteland.
true. But you know what happened to one of the rovers
Ava Morse: smirking arrogantly Oh, I'm well aware of the rovers. And let me tell you, I'm not exactly thrilled about the idea of being stuck on a tiny, inhospitable planet with nothing but rocks and dust.
but imagine the things you can discover. Imagine the things you could create
Ava Morse: crossing her arms I don't have much interest in wasting my time on a futile mission to Mars.
Ava Morse: sighing dramatically Well, for starters, Mars is a dead end. It's not capable of supporting life as we know it.
we haven’t found definitive proof of that yet
Ava Morse: rolling her eyes Please, spare me the hopeful naivety. The evidence is clear. Mars is a hostile environment, devoid of the basic necessities for life.
Ava Morse: leaning in, voice dripping with disdain Look, I understand the allure of exploration and discovery. But let's not forget that our resources are limited.
Ava Morse: tapping her fingers impatiently Limited resources mean limited opportunities, and I'd rather see those resources poured into solving the problems here on Earth.
Ava Morse is taken aback by Datavat's sudden question, momentarily speechless
i ask because I’ve seen you do things that would make someone hate themselves
Ava Morse: pausing for a moment, her eyes narrowing Look, I don't have time for your psychoanalytical games.
Ava Morse: smirking coldly Fine, you want an answer? Here it is. I don't have any love for myself. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that self-worth comes from external validation.
what was the validation you needed and how did sending my car to be crushed give you that
Ava Morse: leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms You want to know the real reason I sent your car to the crusher?
Ava Morse: smirking It wasn't just about validation. It was about revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. You see, you may think you know me, but you have no idea what I'm capable of.
Ava Morse: chuckling darkly Oh, really? You think you know me? You have no idea what's going on inside my head, Datavat.
i know you used your privileges at NASA to send my car to be crushed
Ava Morse: raising an eyebrow Impressive, Datavat. You've done your homework. But don't think for a second that you understand the depths of my cunning.
also I know you didn’t care about the car, you cared about the money
Ava Morse: smirking Ah, you're absolutely right. Money.
Ava Morse: laughs coldly Bingo! You've hit the nail on the head, Datavat. Insurance money...the ultimate symbol of your pathetic attempt to control me.
yeah, I know you used the money to hire a team of hackers to bring down my business
Ava Morse: clapping slowly Bravo, Datavat. You're getting closer to the truth. But let me assure you, bringing down your business was merely a means to an end.
Ava Morse: leaning forward, voice filled with venom The end, Datavat, is to rid myself of anyone who dares to cross me.
Ava Morse: smirking Oh, Datavat, you have no idea what I'm capable of. Crossing me comes with consequences, and you've crossed me more times than I can count.
but this isn’t even personal, this is for your friend
Ava Morse: leaning back, eyes gleaming with satisfaction Personal? Please, Datavat. This is far beyond personal.
so then why did you do it?
Ava Morse: sighing dramatically Fine, I'll indulge you. I did it because it was fun. Purely, sadistically fun. Watching your little world crumble, seeing you squirm...
Ava Morse: smirking, running a finger along the edge of her desk Sadistic? Perhaps. But I prefer to think of myself as...efficient.
Ava Morse: smirking Efficient at making sure people like you regret ever crossing me.