Sometimes this unit feels inadequate. Its status as a tech-priest-in-training is born of many factors, putting it in a strange position.
Terran-born, so far back into the past, left to pick up the pieces. Scanning through wiki articles and old quotes as if they were holy texts, admiring artwork as if it were painted in a time both familiar and foreign.
Lighting the spark, holding it close, keeping it alive through whispers. A feeling of legacy, a sense of duty.
But is this unit truly worthy? It struggles. It struggles so much. It is neither the most knowledgeable nor the most capable. Sometimes its best is not enough.
The fingers that thread into the sign of the cog tremble, nails bitten down to the quick.
But whenever this unit's thoughts sink, whenever the maladies of its brain begin to buzz like scrapcode, there is one thing above all else that lifts it to the surface:
This unit is alive, its blood pumping and its lungs filling with air. Even when it is at its lowest, even when it is merely surviving, this unit is cherished by both its peers and the avatar of knowledge to which it turns for guidance.
For what more could be asked of it than to survive, and if possible, to live, when it is adrift in such a dangerous galaxy?
This unit's inexperience is an invitation to learn, not a discouraging force! It has so much to do! So much to see! Its journey has just barely begun, and its peers are already so proud!!
This unit is worthy. This unit is not inadequate. And as it looks to the stars, it knows that all will be well.