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!!iHDhHidYFJx 03/06/10(Sat)22:34 No.8442213Your hooves alight upon the lip of the shaft on deck three, wings automatically folding back to their stowed position. Drone chirps a warning to you that this level may no longer strictly follow the deck plans it has access to, owing to the ship-wide reconfiguration apparently underway. Indeed, the antechamber in which you now find yourself more closely resembles the interior of an ancient temple than a starship, with black slabs of stone in standing in place of bulkheads and thrumming channels of emerald luminescence in place of lights. The most unsettling thing is how at ease you feel despite your surroundings - a part of you is intimately familiar with structures of this sort.
You run a hand across the onyx surface, thoughts wandering in the same way an errant process may take up system resources. You don't feel any different than before - in fact, you can say with absolute certainty that you're the same as you've ever been, as far back as you can remember (which, you're prepared to concede, isn't a particularly long time). You know that you're tau, even if you may appear a little bit different than your fellows.
As long as you remain true to yourself, it doesn't matter how much machinery overtakes you. You're Xeno - something different, maybe, unusual for sure. Like the ship around you, you're changing, becoming something other than what you were, but the things that have made you who you are - your experiences - those cannot be altered.
It's a comforting thought.
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