York wants to know what’s on the other side of that door. Delta doesn’t care - York can feel his not caring in the corner of his head, a cold lack of emotion that he is slowly getting used to. Delta sees friends and enemies alike. He probably would like to go out for a beer with an Innie, and he’ll sacrifice a Freelancer’s life if he needs to. York is finding out that, despite their proportionate bodies and voices that might as well have been filtered through a helmet comm, AI are not human.
Lost in the puffy blue holo-images of the lock, York doesn’t quite listen to the Director talking directly to his AI. He’s wondering what’s on the other side of the door, and wondering what this will do to his place on the board. Delta is not thinking anything.
York finds out what’s on the other side of the door. It’s just space, it’s all space. He can’t feel the cold but suddenly his breath in his ears is very loud as the oxygen pumps on his back work. His limbs start to feel heavy. Delta’s hologram is gone, the AI disappearing back into the head of the man he may or may not have just lied to. York can see the Mother of Invention floating in the distance against a nebula. 479 will come pick him up. The Director will send somebody out. But York remembers the last time the Director fired a gun at him, and the weight of the black box in his hand.
His hands are empty now, one just scooping at black space and the other instinctively going up to his neck where the chair nearly guillotined him.
He waits for someone to come get him.