For a very brief moment, in my mind flashed an image:
With a tribal scream, I leap towards captain, bearing the extremely dull trowel.
The scarf, binding my spine grants me monstrous strength for this glorious mission.
Fueled by sudden adrenaline injection my motions are swift and merciless.
With wonderful, inhuman precision I slice off Captain's head, ridding myself of the endless irrationality and insane demands.
I looked down a the trowel in my hands, then at the grinning Captain, then again at the trowel.
Biomatrix, stop showing me this nonsense.
I am not harvesting Captain. Not today.
No. Not Ever. I'm never harvesting anyone human.
Of course Captain is human!
...Whatever do you mean?
That's just disgusting!
We are not "bestest organic friends"!
I am not trading Captain for unlimited powers on seventeen planets!