"The room," she lifts her hand to gesture at the walls, that reconstruct a captains cabin of a 18th century pirate ship. Beautiful carved wood, not fancy, but durable, and in its way, loved. "It's run by an AI, from the sensation of it, reacting to us. How it's talking to us. The poor thing met its match though, I think."

She leans over, running a hand on the wood walls that feel just as they did that first day, that one, perfect night. "It's looking into my memories, the day that made me happy. I think it wants to cheer us up."