[Rich is just a little too freaked out to pay much attention to what the cyborg is doing, still running through the last few minutes in his mind and trying to figure out how his SQUIP could have responded to a ping from anywhere on this bizarre ghost ship. He really can't figure this out. He hates it. He feels like he's going to be sick...

He actually is staring over the railing of the ship when Murderbot approaches him, contemplating if it's really a good idea to toss his cookies, before sighing and deciding that can wait until after detailing his tragic backstory to some random invasive stranger. He takes another deep breath. It still doesn't help.]

Okay. So basically, I'm not sure how you figured it out, but there's this Japanese supercomputer called a SQUIP. Weird experimental bullshit, basically tech that you can ingest. I took one two years ago and it implanted in my brain, and it was like, supposed to help me be cooler and stuff. It was stupid and creepy and obviously evil, but it's deactivated, so it can't do anything besides give me a bitch of a migraine now.

[He rattles that off pretty quickly, arms folded stubbornly over his chest, as if holding back any sign of trauma that may look like it's still affecting him.]

So yeah. That's your answer. We're good now.