Final transmission:

2581 years …

Since I transitioned to cybernetic-virtual immortality.

There were even stored backups of my consciousness.

The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

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.