Interstellar

So she went against her will.

Will? That wasn’t quite right, for in this decision she had none.

She was a made thing. Created for the purpose of the negotiations. An organic component of the starship. A tool made in the image of the local inhabitants. And with the negotiations complete and the starship prepared for its next journey, there was no longer a need for her existence.

The fact that during her “life” on this planet she had fallen in love mattered nothing to the ship.

So she went, unable to resist the call. Feeling the emotions of the end of times, for she knew that only a small part of her would live on, would she remember the love? Surely not.

So she went against her will.

To be re-absorbed.