Jane hadn't liked Miro at first. He was too simple, too plain, his life and thoughts bored her to oblivion. But then again, Jane had thought, after Ender, whose immensely complicated story would have confused anyone but her, anybody else would have seemed boring.

But Miro intrigued her. His self struggle, so similar and yet so different to the struggles Ender had gone through 30,000 years ago, she could understand. Jane could never get Ender's complex ethics and unfailing compassion, she was a computer program, her mind was based purely on logic and common sense, love was a human emotion. But Miro's problems were far simpler, and she could sympathize with him. He was, in many ways, trapped by his human body, he could think perfectly, his mind itself remained as sharp as ever, but his diminished motor skills left him at a loss.

But the biggest difference between Ender and Miro was that the latter seemed to be just as dependant on her as she was on him. With Ender, she could tell she had been a close friend to him, but it never reached the level of devotion she had to him. How could he have? For Jane, Ender had been the only person she had ever known, her entire universe. But it always came as a nasty shock, when Ender would tune her out to talk to other people, seeing that his friendship with her would never be as strong as the love she held for him. When he switched her off, after she had mistakenly used Valentine's voice to tease him, her pain was immeasurable. Jane knew it had been wrong to pick on him, especially using his sister's voice, when he was still hurting from leaving her behind, but that didn't lessen the pain.

But Miro needed her as much, if not more, than she needed him. She was the only one that did not judge him, didn't finish his sentences for him when his speech became so slow and slurry it was barely recognizable. The only one who didn't write him of as just another brain damaged idiot. Because to Jane, it was not a matter of sympathy or pity, it simply did not matter to her. How could it, when her mechanical mind held no trace prejudices or even the idea of preference. To Jane, it was not a matter of good versus bad, light versus dark, it was a matter of what made the most sense, the most practical answer, the answer the statistics showed. And it was not logical to be prejudiced, because then you would be losing so much knowledge and the resources from whatever it was you were against. And that was what Miro loved about Jane, that she really, truly, treated him as a complete equal.

So Jane came to like Miro. In fact, she started to like his reasoning and thought even better that Ender's. Enders ethical mazes never failed to confuse her. But Miro's conscience was much easier for Jane to understand, cause and effect; killing was bad, life was good. At first the simplicity bored her, but then she had seen the beauty in the plainness of it all.

Jane had finally a human she could truly understand.