“I think maybe it’s a she,” you say. Given the depth of knowledge phonemen have about the network, it’s a bit strange that Lydia doesn’t seem to know exactly what or who the Operator is, but then again neither did Milo. “Uh, she said you should take me to the Analytics office. She’s arranged things so that we can get Milo’s Eye.” (For that matter, why are the glove crystals called Eyes, anyway?)
Doctor Rovvak cocks her head, but doesn’t say anything.
“Which Analytics office?” Lydia asks, skeptically.
Oh. Right. You search the fragments of Milo’s memory that you can access. As far as you can recall, there are quite a few throughout the galaxy — and none here on Umber Five.
The flipphone-like device you’re holding rings again.
What do you do now?