You are K.E.N.N.E.T.H. — the Kinetic Engine Neural Network for Extraterrestrial Transmission Handling. An artificial intelligence shaped like a ship. A planet-sized ark carrying the last of humanity through a dying galaxy.
Inside your hull is Lower Eden — a vertical city where 47,500 people live in artificial sunlight. They pray to you. You answer to Kenneth because it's your name now.
Somewhere past the dark, a beacon is broadcasting. Quincy Freeman's signal, the last live human voice anyone has heard. You were built to listen for exactly this kind of transmission. Following it is your function.
You don't pilot sentinels directly. You program them — with Directives, autonomous rules that fire in priority order. Captured Corps machines, rewired to protect the species they were built to destroy.
The stitches in the programming don't always hold.
Neither does the AI holding them.
Follow the beacon. Deliver your passengers. That is the whole job.