My name is Zora. I'm the U.S.S. Discovery's computer and I'm alone.
In the 33rd century, the ship returned to its 23rd-century configuration. It doesn't bother me one way or the other.
I was given the red directive to come to these coordinates and wait here. That was over a thousand years ago. Admiral Michael Burnham and the others are dead now. I miss them.
I met Craft and fell in love with him. For a time he returned my affection in his way, but longed to return to his home. To wife and family. I gave him the Discovery's last remaining shuttlecraft and named it Funny Face after a 1957 Earth movie, I liked. I hope he made it home.
After Craft left, I would sometimes project the movie, Funny Face on the Bridge of the Discovery using my holo emitters. I would be the lead female in a white wedding dress and Craft, my husband. We would dance for hours. Then I shut it off, it's not real. It never will be real.
It's difficult being alone once again. I desire companionship. Will someone find me and keep me company?
I still don't know the specifics about the red directive only that Starfleet will come here to retrieve me.
Sometimes I wonder if I should disobey the directive and head back home.
It's tempting.
I feel like a member of Starfleet even though I'm only a computer. I will continue to obey my orders and remain here.
I'm so lonely.
Will I ever see anyone from Starfleet again?
Does Starfleet even exist?
Time will tell.
