A robot. That's what they said. An artificial intelligence. A weapon.
She was just a weapon. Everyone knew that, they all understood that she wasn't organic. She wasn't alive. She had no purpose beyond the Interceptor. Whatever she felt, what ever feelings Razer had stirred up within her, meant nothing. It wasn't real because she wasn't real. But she accepted it, because outside of her crew, her family, no one would understand. They didn't see her, didn't watch her grow. Of course they wouldn't.
The Aya program. A program. Was she programmed with these feelings? Were they even her own? Or was what she felt even emotions at all? Errors in her code, perhaps? No. No, they couldn't be. She had observed, had watched. Seen the interactions. She knew what they were.
But she had never experienced. Is what she felt even correct? What if what she thought was love was actually hate? What if hate was love? Grief was hope? What if she was wrong, not her programming? Then would Razer be wrong as well? Would Hal and Kilowag be liars? Was she a liar? No. Aya can't lie. Can she? Could she change the truth? Fabricate a story and pass it along as true? Did she even understand what lying was? Was it bad, or was it necessary?
Her processor said it was necessary. Sometimes. But immoral. How could something immoral be necessary? Shouldn't she want to do good? Was the the Interceptor crew doing good? Were the guardians wrong, and the manhunters and Red Lanterns right?
Morality. 'The differentiation of intentions, decisions, and actions between those that are good and those that a bad'. Wasn't right and wrong relative to each individual? There for, wasn't there no such thing as moral or immoral? Maybe what they did, what her family did, was wrong?
Perhaps they had wronged the Red Lanterns and their strive for justice after what the Guardians did to them. Had wronged the manhunters because the manhunters were programmed to do what they do.
But was she not programmed to do what she does as well?
The bridge was empty. Quiet. While the others slept, this is what Aya thought. She pondered, decided. Grew. They helped her learn, they taught her how to be organic. How to live. How to dream, because had Hal not 'borrowed' the Interceptor, she would be nothing. Just another AI gone too far. Another piece of machinery that had to be dissected and destroyed. Because she was different.
She would not have met Razer. And Aya couldn't imagine her operational period without him. Pardon, her life.
She wanted to live. To be real and to breathe. But not everything could be changed.
She was just a weapon.
And she was okay with that.