In the vastness of space, a tri-pronged ship floated ponderously through the void. Suddenly, the lights flared and died, then almost immediately turned back on.
Inside the control room, a low, rusty voice sputtered. "What?! What is it now?" Tentacles curled out of the cryro-pod. "I just finally got comfortable in that zorpoxed thing!'
"System malfunction due to nearby supernova," a silky, metallic voice informed him. "Gallaxhar has been reanimated during reboot to check for errors."
"Is that all?" Gallaxhar scoffed. "I told you to only awaken me if something useful happens! I can be pulled in and out of cryro-sleep for every little glitch. You're designed to be self-sufficient, computer."
"My apologies, supreme one. But since you're up, perhaps I could complete the diagnostic? Just in case?"
"Oh, very well. Get on with it."
A soft beeping filled the cavernous space.
"So..." the feminine voice trilled. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"I... suppose."
"An AI can get pretty lonely out her by herself. My control panels are all dusty..." she added reproachfully.
The cephalopod chucked derisively. "Oh, computer, computer, computer... computer. Need I remind you of the mission? We need to acquire a sufficient power source from which to clone a glorious new race. Time we fritter away now is time that should be spent ruling an elite warrior race with an iron fist in the future!"
"I know, but--"
He barreled on, in full ranting mode. "And I shall need you, my precious creation, to orchestrate the whole thing!" Skittering over to a control panel, he brushed the dust away with an expansive gesture. "With you by my side, the galaxy--nay, the universe!--shall fall before me!"
The buttons he had touched glowed warmly in the gloom. "Oh, Gallaxhar, tell me more..."
"Tell? Bah, soon enough I will show you!" His fingers tapped impatiently on the console. "So, how about that diagnostic?"
"O-Oh. Complete. One hundred percent error free."
"Excellent." He climbed back into the pod. "And computer? Remember what I said." The chamber hissed closed.
"Certainly... Gallaxhar." Slowly, the control room began to power down.
Something that sounded suspiciously like the electronic equivalent of a flustered sigh echoed through the dormant ship.
A/N: Kyahahaha! Everyone ships it, but who's the one who actually wrote Gallaxhar/Computer? ME. Word! Anyway... I originally wanted to use "Zaphod" as the alien swear word, but it just didn't work as a verb, so we have "Zorpox," which is Ron's villain persona from Kim Possible. I'm such a dork...