"Eighteen thousand years, give or take a few decades," Who is this guy? He's dropping hints like he's from a science fiction story about a time traveler, "I'd say I look pretty good for my age."

Thoughtfully she concentrates a moment and, for the first time in eons, activates the CPI. It, maybe a little predictably, does not respond. Of course not. Why would anything be convenient.

"Sorry, no. I completed my mission thousands of years ago; I got a few requests to power up and have a look around, but mostly it's been shut down to conserve power. I've had other things to occupy myself with, though. Plenty of good views."