River jumped a little, surprised at being addressed so directly. She blinked up at Texas and looked for a quick moment between her and Church, suddenly uncertain.
"I -- the intelligence is different. Intelligent but all in essence fabricated. Evolved, but..." Her voiced dropped a pitch, quietly subdued. "But ultimately artificial." She knew because, well, there were things simply true. Simply meant to be believed. Those, at least, River could discern from one another. Fact from fiction. She gripped Tex's hand with an insistent squeeze.