"Good morning, Dita!"
Computer was Dita's friend. No, Computer was Dita's Best Friend. Not that Dita had many friends; father didn't let her have many visitors, and most of those working in R/D were more interested in her as a project than a person. But not Computer. Computer was her friend.
"I have had breakfast prepared for you; you've got a big day today. Your meeting with your father is at ten o' clock, and I'm sure you'll want to put on your best face, so I had a new dress picked up for you. I hope you like it."
A wall panel opened and the dress emerged from a hook controlled by Computer. Computer had been here a long time; as long as Dita had been alive and much more. As long as she could remember, Computer took care of her. It was the closest thing to a mother she had.
"Don't forget, you're trying to be grown up now. You should present your father with your most grown-up behaviour. No whining or pleading; I've put in a good word for you, so don't let me down."
Sometimes she talked about Computer with the other researchers. Computer always spoke to her with a soft, pleasantly feminine voice, but the others described Computer's voice differently, and no two people heard Computer the same way. Dita couldn't really imagine Computer sounding differently; somehow, the motherly tone of its voice just seemed right.
"Get ready now, dear. You don't want to be late."