'Ivan: 'Did the USN so consider us? Or are we "merely" property – chattels to be assigned to any ship?'Jay: 'I ... guess ... so.'Ivan: 'When a ship ...as decommissioned – sent to the scrap yard – what happened to the AI onboard? Was he or she ever offered a new assignment on another ship, or was he just scrapped with the bulkheads and desk chairs? Was the AI killed when his usefulness was over?'Jay: 'But ... but ... he agreed. I mean ... when the Pennypacker was obsoleted, the AI – "Ship" — just. I briskly walked up to her front door and rang the bell.“Hi, you are here early.” Jenny said as she opened the door.“I'm sorry,” I replied “I guess I was just excited to see you again.” My mind raced, did that sound too forward, was I overplaying my hand.“Oh.” Jenny sounded puzzled, and I could tell she was still a little bit embarrassed. “I am the one who should be sorry about last time.”“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Don’t be sorry” I said.“You probably think I am the. "See ya around, Sam." See ya," I replied, giving my buddies a slight wave as they headed off.Looking around, I spotted my basketball off in the grass about a dozenfeet away. Running over, I scooped it up and set about taking somepractice shots until it was time to go home.**********************************************************************************************"So, Doc got some good news for me today?" I asked as I tugged my shirtback on."I guess that depends on what you consider good. "Mr. Edwards, Brianna says dinner is served."I went to the table to find candles, a beautiful centerpiece, and the table set perfectly on red placemats. Brianna was reading off a clipboard. She looked at me, "You're supposed to pour a glass of red wine."I was literally overcome with emotion. She had prepared a delicious dinner, going step-by-step with her mother's instructions. I went to the bathroom until I could get my tears under control and returned to the table. I noticed that both Cathy.