It doesn't snore, but it sleeps, and it breathes a steady quiet rumble in its sleep.

She's got time.

Eventually it wakes back up.

"Hey.  How do you feel?"

"Your touch and your presence makes the disgusting things about this place less revulsive."

"That's good."

...if she were talking to a person, a human...

"Do you know where you are?"

"I am trapped in a prison inside an abscess of meat and geometry."

...well he's not wrong about the prison part?

"Do you understand why the Foundation brought you here?"

"That is the name of your meat-hive?  They are afraid of me."

"Yes.  They're afraid of you because when they found you you were killing people."

"They were disgusting.  Everything in this place is disgusting."

"Were they less disgusting after you killed them?"

"...they did not pulse and throb so much, and they could not move toward me."

"And that made you feel safer," she says gently.

It thinks about this.

"Does it sound right to say that - when you see disgusting things, it hurts or its unpleasant to think they might move toward you and touch you?"

"...yes.  But even if they don't they are still disgusting."

"Can you tell me what's disgusting about them?"

"Wet.  Warm.  Many soft parts rubbing and pulsating against each other.  Liquid gushing through them."

"Being near me makes those things less disgusting?"

"I don't know."

"...Do you not know how you feel, or do you not know how to say it in words?"

"The second."

"I think.  I can see all the disgusting things.  And I still know why they are disgusting.  But I care much much less."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I think so."