Loosely, a calico short story work, quilting bee for the mind?
4 sentences and I'll start

/begin

There was more grace in the obvious female inspired android than he had ever seen in real life. The way she sat, hands folding gently in her lap. Even her eyes, modeled after humanity belied a sense of 'knowing' beyond the sputterings of a T19000 calculator bot. Against the backdrop of the windowed nebulae, he was inclined to feel he was on a talk show.

He certainly had that deer in the headlights, can't remember how to breath sense of performance anxiety. She sat, no obvious signs of distress, simply, waiting. He searched his mind for the right thing to say, blankness. " how is it possible," he wondered, " to be rendered speechless by an inanimate object?"

Tag! You're it!

"A person of your science" began the soft digital stream of her voice, "Michio Kaku, detailed the possibility of life outside your sphere of perspective"

Did she notice his hands gripping the chair tigher now?

"Quantum physics then..." he felt forced to respond, and being from the UK did so.

"Some people go this way...and some people go that way..." puncuated by what could only really be described as a digital telephone ring, stuttered in some programs idea of laughing.

The laughter, taking him completely by surprise forced him to respond in kind. They  sat and laughed. This man and the android, at everything and nothing. Then came the uncomfortable silence at the end of the joke.

"So, I'm on a giant ship that can make anything, full of cryo-denizens from many worlds and you woke me up because..."

"The science pilot had an interest in one of the forbidden worlds and his curiosity was greater than his ethics and he died from exposure to an element which was the reason for the planet being forbidden in the first place." she retorted almost mimicking his accent, which he might have thought was mockery, but realized it was part of her speech acclamation AI.

"I can never go home can I?"

"No, if the science pilots race discovered what happened, they would put this ship into a singularity, I would suggest not visiting any of the stars I have marked red in the navigation system" she finished with a faint yet determinable amount of care, the acclamation program moving at an exponential rate at this point.

" So, " he continued, " what the heck are we going to do now?" He dropped his head into his hands. She sat, unsure of the proper response to this. Her intel chip assured her that this leaking around the eyes was normal for his species. She was not programed for it herself.