An ancient ship. Metal pitted and the brown of dried blood. It was so peaceful here. Encased. Actuated. Meat coiling around padded sensate hinges. Amplified in every way. The hands given power to flatten iron or pluck a hair. The feet given power to walk through lava or enjoy the feel of the carpet.
Trapped some might say in this miracle of ancient technology. But to me it was home. And I was a shut in, despite constant travel.
They put me in places like this first. A staggeringly well armed canary. I was never in real danger. They’d have to drop me in a gas giant or sling shot me into a sun.
Even then I had options. Balloons and ram scoops. I released a cloud of sensory spores. The data manifested emotionally. The area felt more and more familiar. An engineered dejavu. I looked around and soaked up the layout and tried to imagine its logic.
What made sense around the next corner?
