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idea: can get like, one single very rare thing, blocks out later options when you take it processor sensors rangefinding assembly sterile telemetry for general, weird fill-in-the-blanks picture for neurosim, cool stuff for ballistics power source better batteries, charge from something (no wait fuel cells, charged) solar panel or something weird? nuclear heart ship core (INTEGRATE) combusion engine batteries or flywheel or something, charge from ship batteries I guess weird beamed-power thing hooked into something planetary, solar stuff turbine engine thing manipulators build your body later stuff Ship computer "smashes your mind", recrystallize around something stronger

main sensors inoperative ship's computers tug on your mind you need new sight this isn't safe [[take cameras from the ship->shipcam]] [[go outside and gather sensors->shiplidar]] [[interface with ship security and targeting->shipsight]]

You settle and scan the junkyard with the only senses you have left Optical cameras, grainy, black-and-white Now that you can think at all you think about how you can't see Better [[find something->gpeyes]]

You regain awareness with something warm growing on your casing, the plastic sheath of a synthetic nerve-computer, holding your few functional processors together like a bandage. Your mind pings and jerks as new synap(text-style: "blur")[s]es grow, smoothing over the gaps You're at the bottom of the tunnel you panicked your way down, a porous space in the compacted garbage covering this planetoid. Along with the rest of your body, your sensors are gone, the backup cameras only let you see a few feet ahead. New eyes would be h... [[nice? ->neuroneweyes]]

you stumble across the surface of the junkyard, struggling to resolve something intact and useful You could [[Assemble rangefinders and lasers into a new sensor head->gplidar]] [[find higher-resolution cameras to replace yours->gpsight]] [[graft a mesh of pressure-sensors and surface scanners onto your limbs->touch]]

you extract security camera from housing in hallway multispectral sight activates corridor glows many colors computers churn again sight overlaid with schematics [[analyze yourself->shipcamself]]

you leave the ship with a trailing cord still connected to the ship's computers you go as far as you can gathering laser scanners and ultrasound beams one piece at a time you build a ring of rangefinders around your neck the supercomputer devours the data and flashes you with refined telemetry a map of the world in numbers and vectors now you can lower your guard and [[test your body->shiplidarself]]

you dig into the massive computer you're plugged into waking ancient algorithms as you go its sub-thought desires have been searching for something to do for thousands of years it pulls you in you(text-style: "blur")[r] m(text-style: "blur")[in]d is shaken briefly overwhelmed by something new wedging itself into your senses you see the empty halls of the ship through and through security cameras and sensors and soon outside radars and targeting optics surrounded by ceramic and steel you [[see yourself->shipinsideself]]

You crawl and climb through the unsound tunnels, one manipulator dragging along the wall. With the others, you gather useful sensors and components, holding them coiled against your back as you explore empty hollows of the cave and pull pieces out of the wall. At the end of an hour (as judged by your possibly-damaged timekeeping) you have... A set of [[laser rangefinders->neurorange]], a high-resolution [[camera->neurosight]], and a set of binocular [[thermal imagers->heatsense]].

You assemble laser distance-sensors and ultrasound beams into an omnidirectional cluster and bolt it on You activate the new sensors and sterile telemetry floods into your mind Blunt low-powered scanners take some time to adjust to Soon your faulty eyes are augmented with a dozen points of reference for distance and speed You find somewhere safe to rest while your body and proprioception [[sorts itself out ->gplidarbod]]

You cut a handheld camera from its housing and replace one of your eyestalks You cut your visual field in half until the new sensor kicks on and replaces the missing section High-resolution, high-speed, fully functional You [[look at yourself->gpcambod]]

You take apart mining ground-sensors and wrap the sensory polymer around your forelimbs It melts against you and smooths in place You're staggered as the new input comes on you feel the shifting in the trace atmosphere's currents You tune it down and [[feel yourself->gptouchbody]]

You settle onto your torso, limbs twitch as autocalibration runs Everything's intact but there's not much to you anymore This is your escape pod, a tiny shell to carry your computers to safety in the event of your demise your demise you even lost your remote-controlled satellite shells You can't let this happen again, you need to rebuild, start [[looking->gppoweroptions]]

The new camera-stalk is flexible enough to turn it down towards your shell you look at yourself tiny and fragile This emergency body got you away from the destruction of your previous frame but there's almost nothing left of you You need to rebuild, maybe get new satellite-selves First a power source, these batteries won't last you forever can feel them [[draining->gppoweroptions]]

You run your new contact-arms over your metal shell they light up with sensation Nothing damaged, nothing missing But nothing left This body is just an escape pod, it did its job, you survived your death But the batteries are draining and you need to rebuild, need to [[get off->gppoweroptions]] this world

You decide on the simpler low-power rangefinders, dumping everything else in one of the tunnels, and settling somewhere flat to fuse sets of laser diodes and receivers to your shell. After carefully assembling and aiming your network, your head buzzes with disorganized information as they're turned on, like a burst of meaningless static. Before you can start sorting out the input, your nerve-computer warms up again, adapting and growing. First a scattershot grid of points and distances sifts into your awarensss, gradually resolved into a map of your world, formed and interpreted by your patchwork mind. You might still be hurt. You should turn the sensors in your limbs [[to yourself->neurorangeself]]

You pop open the cover of your central body, sliding the big camera in, carefully rearranging flexible-pack batteries around its plastic case. Your internal cabling snakes into place as your v(text-style: "blur")[is]ion lurches. Your sight becomes clearer and colorful, and your nerve-computer pulses, pressing in pleasantly against your conscious mind. Hazy for a moment, your eyestalks swivel to the sides, providing peripheral vision instead. Now that you can see you [[look down at yourself->neurolookself]]

The thermal cameras would work best in these dark tunnels. You put everything else back in a loose spot in a wall, and one at a time, rem(text-style: "blur")[ov]e the tiny cameras of your eyestalks to replace them. It... h(text-style: "blur")[u]rts as you cut the old cameras off, somehow more uncomfortable than the loss of most of your body hours ago. The sensation fades as your vivid infrared sight switches on. You look around, vaguely perceiving the heat of the planet's surface above you, and the dull glow of your warm nerve-computer. You look back at it on your head, it must be why you hurt. You break into its configuration, changing the patterns of synthetic gro(text-style: "blur")[w]t(text-style: "blurrier")[h] and death, you shouldn't hurt again. Now that that's fixed, you should see what else needs attention, you [[scan yourself->heatlookself]]

You sweep rangefinding lines over your body, gradually forming a solid model. Your limbs twitch and shift as they're recalibrated. You aren't damaged, exactly, but there's not much left. This body is little more than an escape pod, a mobile battery-powered shell for your computers to get away from danger. Six jointed limbs tipped with clamps, metal skin, a bodycase full of batteries and head full of computers with camera-stalks. Tiny, too. This thing won't suit you for long. First you need a new power source.

After a minute of trying to angle your cameras down at yourself, you find a scrap of polished metal, and turn to look over yourself in the makeshift mirror. You aren't damaged, exactly, but there's not much left. This body is little more than an escape pod, a mobile battery-powered shell for your computers to get away from danger. Six jointed limbs tipped with clamps, metal skin, a bodycase full of batteries and head full of computers with camera-stalks. Tiny, too. This thing won't suit you for long. First you need a new power source.

You turn your cameras down on yourself, looking at and through your chassis. Processors and batteries glow the brightest. You aren't damaged, exactly, but there's not much left. This body is little more than an escape pod, a mobile battery-powered shell for your computers to get away from danger. Six jointed limbs tipped with clamps, metal skin, a bodycase full of batteries and head full of computers with camera-stalks. Tiny, too. This thing won't suit you for long. First you need a new power source.

You look at your body A tiny frame An escape pod Intact not good enough Batteries only they'll run out you need [[power->shipdetachedpower]]

you shut down and test connections nothing missing 6/6 limbs attached 3/3 eyes attached batteries at 90% power you need [[more->shipdetachedpower]]

you look at yourself from outside it's like having your satellites again dizzy only for a second the ship computers rip you back onto your feet a tiny body an escape pod to survive destruction ship says the pieces are still in orbit you can't use those you'll need to rebuild first a [[power source->shipattachedpower]]

You scrabble across the surface of the junkyard on all six limbs stopping to dig and disassemble and examine machinery and yourself The emergency batteries filling your torso are running out of power and you out of time You find other sources that you can install There's a [[charged fuel cell->gpfuelcell]] that'll last longer than your batteries, light and versatile On this planetoid, with your batteries intact, you could attach [[solar cells->gpsolar]] It's almost too heavy for you to move, but it'd fit in your torso, a [[nuclear heart->gpnuclear]]

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