[Sorry to say Matt’s spiritual musings earn him a big ol’ eye-roll from Demeisen, who isn’t thrilled about the ship that made him being compared to an inanimate object.]

It’s not like a fucking car.

[He doesn’t seem offended, exactly, but the look he’s aiming at Matt definitely implies he thinks that was a stupid fucking thing to say.]

It’s a starship. [You know: possessed of a lot of extremely complex technological workings, including a hyper-intelligent computer Mind.] Usually it would express itself through me directly, but as I’m on my own for now, consider me like a pared-down extension of it. If you could program your basic personality into the brain and body of a flea, it would be like that.

[... Is he calling Matt a flea?]