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.