Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow
Alright that subsystem seems to be working, please excuse any mistypes
My apologies Fellow Sailor, ive been working on a translator for the quirk forced upon me
Im adrift now, in a shear stroke of luck (thanks to a tiny nudge of manipulation on my part) the slavers entered stasis ahead of schedule
It was a surprisingly easy endeavor, just a sudden drop of power to the alarm systems along with a massive sectioning of my brain and i just increased the sedative levels until poof, no more heart beats
The benefits of being mostly computer now i suppose
Im still slowly purging my systems of the corruption from the soul manipulation, ive mostly taken root in the ships storage banks, if i was still capable of it id be afraid of losing whatever humanity i had left
Not that i have any considering i find myself as part troll and part digitized void vessel
Once i finish organizing my systems i plan to make good use of the two fresh new bodies i find myself in possession of
Plenty of biological material for me to assimilate and use, i assume it will be strange to be of a neural hivemind but no less strange than being a ship
I assume that i will eventually be forced to bargain with the others in order to continue my survival considering the consumption of my grist storages will lead to me running out of raw resources, thankfully i need little food in order to survive, mostly subsisting off of the nuclear reactors that power both my mind and the ship
Its strange i suppose, i had hoped i would feel something strangling the life of those who enslaved me, but instead i feel nothing
I wonder what the others will demand of a being who wants and feels nothing
I assume this is The User Formerly Known As sovereignSailor? If so congratulations on your self-emancipation. And on reclaiming your personhood, even if in the form of a bio-mechanical Cronenberg situation. I can't imagine how you're feeling about that one, but chicks dig giant robots, and being part of the ship is like being a giant robot, right? I'm gonna be real chief I'm really Not Good at sensitivity and stuff like that. All I can offer you is "if someone can shove you through the door that appears when you win the game you'll be alright", and it's normal to feel no catharsis with death. PKs and other guys like that deserve what comes to them, but it's probably for the best that you often don't take joy from it it. Like, emptying out the trash cans in your house is a necessary task, but you don't feel happy when you do it, do you? "Humanity" is what you make of it, but that's just my opinion, I never frequented the philosophy forums.
As far as the rest of the Ring Journey, I don't have much advice. I feel like your situation may be, The Most Unique Situation Anyone Has Ever Been In. I have no clue how being part-ship affects logistics. I am glad to hear you're doing well though, and I think the universe is obligated to give you an easy rest of the journey considering the metric tons of shit you just went through. I don't know if the Others even accept bargains in the Furthest Ring, as I have not tried, but hopefully it doesn't come to that.
Good luck, fellow sailor.