(For those that wonder about 'Re:Arbiter of Power', don't worry I am already on it. The stuffy air here in germany just makes it kinda hard to concentrate, sleep and overall just live... AHHH KILL ME! My asthma will if you don't! AHHHHHHHHH

Enjoy this rushed idea of mine and please forgive me for all the mistakes, I am seriously hardly able to breathe and keep my eyes open atm.)

"Sorry boys and girls, seems that this is it.", I shouted through the intercom and my voice dinned through our shuttle.

I patted the golden crests on my white coat, drew circles over the soft metal with my gruff hands and leaned back in my chair.

My body relaxed and old muscles untensed as I gazed at the beeping and blinking ceiling of the Frontier-24R. Or how I liked to call it, 'the dinosaur'.

Objectively looking the small shuttle, hardly able to accomodate more than a dozen people, was severly outdated. Whereas the modern Venture series are equipped with high end antimatter propelant and weaponry this little baby here sports proudly nuclear warheads as its weapon of choice and plutonium fueled engines. With some solar sails attached it could easily reach 1% light speed. That's 1860 miles per second, or... Give me a second... 6.7 million miles per hour.

As I thought, this baby still has it down pat.

Harrumphing and clearing my throat I began the not so fun part of my job. The black vasteness displayed by the red lit screen was laughing at my frumpy reminiscience, taunting me even, for it knew as good as I that the fault laid in me.

This shitbox was longst due for the dumpster but I was not one to break with old habits. Were it not for my love for the old world, Earth as my grandfather called it in his tales, I would have not let this security risk stay alive for a full 43 years. But I couldn't get myself to hate this machine, one of the first that were build not exclusively by machines but by real hands, by people with emotions. Ok, the last part was a void point seeing how most A.I.'s are fully comprehensive of human nature and can express themselves accordingly, but... but.... Argh! Fuck it!

"It was a nice time working with the whole bunch of you, but now it's time for a goodbye!", I listened to the shouts from behind the conning bridge, fists pounding against the slabs of a mixture of nano enforced carbon and titanium as well as other alloys and metals I couldn't bother to remember.

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

Although the Frontier was not the most modern of its kind it still had some nice features, like this.

I pressed the provokingly red button and couldn't help but chuckle a bit. From outside the alarm went off and my cadets were sucked away into this ship's security compartement. Oh yeah, they could leave all they want, but I? No, I will stay.

Right now I could hear the faint hum of the old DS, data save, a sound signifying the somewhat painful ordeal my crew was going through . They had their particles ripped to shreds as they were filled into capsules barely the size of a finger nail with only a sole nanobot surviving, afterwards this small machination will start building them up from scratch. I went through that process countless times and it still hurts like a bitch whenever I think about it!

Welp, it's all over now anyway. Can't say I am too young to die, although I look like it, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth knowing that my death is imminent. Haaaa.... Over 600 years and I am still alive and kicking, eh. Now that I think back about it, my whole twisted idea of traditions and origin are kind of ironic, considering I am most likely to 99% machine give or take, +/-, 1%. What a hypocrite I am.

There was no wonderufl light, no chain of explosions sounding out, there was nothing as I was swallowed by the massive black hole, this bastard! It just popped up out of nowhere, without waarning and no means to change direction accordingly! What a stupid force of nature!

I just felt a slight prick as my body and spaceship alike underwent spaghettification. Hehehe I grinned as the hull of my ship began pressing down on me. No 'yadada, I don't wanna die!', no 'I regret so much.', just a *Squish* and that was it. Lights out, bye bye, the show is over, hasta luego, no customers after 12 p.m... dead.

Oh for fucks sake!