Artificial intelligence construct. The ship's computer.
I am Holly, your friendly ship AI. You’ll be taking me along wherever you go (it’s ok, we have a very nice wristwatch) and I’ll be directing your activities so that you don’t have to bother. See how much I do for you? And hardly a ‘thanks’ to be had. I suppose when you’ve got an IQ of 6,000 you just have to accept that you’re just a mind to be used. I have feelings too. I have emotions.
Oh well. My job is to get you back to Earth and keep you sane in the process. I’ll try my best, but to be honest, I’ve been in deep space alone for 3 million years and all I want is to have a cuddle. We can manage that, can’t we?