I would like to think everyone is worth saving. Even those who are unkind: surely they might have mothers, fathers, friends. Someone who loves them and makes them human, so to speak. If not to themselves, then to others. I try to be understanding. I try.

[Even when it's hard, Sophia thinks as she stares out the windows, into the bright world she hopes to explore. Her own world might not survive, but for now she can at least live.]

But coming here, seeing the strange technology, the little robots — there is so much that is new to me.

[She taps her earpiece, startling at the strange floating words and pictures that appear again.]

There are whole worlds out there. It isn't that mine is unworthy of being saved. And it's not that I won't fight for my world — figuratively, of course — but if it were up to me, I couldn't choose which worlds were allowed to exist. I am not that strong. But kinder worlds... I can hope for that, even if it's foolish of me.