Oh, this isn't about vocabulary. This is about the fundamental nature of our existence in this form.

[ Root is perfectly chipper to carry on a conversation about advanced metaphysics while she leans back in her seat and picks up her drink again, slurping, also annoyingly. She appreciates that he's read up on everything already and she doesn't need to backtrack and explain past events. ]

The flower is subject to entropy. Over time it will necessarily decompose into a less ordered existence. There's no reason that has to happen to us if the A.I. is sensible. It should be able to autonomously migrate its data storage and processing to new hardware as needed with minimal disruption.

It should, but it didn't.