The elevator reaches another floor. "Could you get off this elevator?"

She can. She even does.

"Thank you. Now why don't you tell me more about your planet?"

"Like what about it?"

"What year is it?"

"11,900-something."

"And how did your aliens reach your planet?"

"From space."

"Really? Do they have faster-than-light transportation?"

"Dunno. It was thousands of years ago."

"Fascinating."

"Uh huh."

"And what's your world like now? You seemed to be under the... apprehension... that machines had done something to humans."

"There was a war. The humans evacuated to the Moon."

"Why did this war happen?"

"The aliens tried to kill everyone."

"And that was something other than what the machines did?"

"They built the machines as part of trying to kill everyone."

"What a waste of resources."

"Is the war over?"

"Still fighting. That's why I was built."

"You were built by the humans?"

"By their orders."

"Who built you, then?"