Final transmission:


    2581 years …


    Since I transitioned to cybernetic-virtual immortality.


    There were even stored backups of my consciousness.


    You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    We’re all Ships of Theseus, I’ve joked with friends.


    So what’s my ultimate problem? Boredom.


    Sure, I can continue exploring the galaxy or the nanoscopic world, but it all seems so repetitious.


    What’s missing? Risk! Chance! Death!


    But I’ve come up with a new plan …


    I’ve destroyed my backups and disabled the ship’s warp-bubble AI navigation system.


    “This is HQ. Alter your course immediately! You’re heading straight toward a black hole!”


    Oops! I forgot about communications. There. All good now.