She reaches out to the computer beside her - there's always one within arms'-reach, either a terminal of Stacy's or one she's built herself - and types in a few lines of code. She reads the results for a minute, for three, her total focus on the text scrolling by and not on the young man standing beside her. It's as though Howard had ceased to exist.

With a little jerk, she pulls herself back to the present. "No," she says dryly. "Intent." She could include both substances in the medicalbot, but she couldn't see a way of writing the program so as to allow the person to ask for self-termination that wouldn't make it obvious that the programmer had put it in there. The intent to provide a lethal dose would be discovered, with accompanying Violations, if not Punishment.