It’s funny, I’ve traveled the universe. And, now, I’m in the back of a giant cargo vessel. There’s an old grandfather clock to my left, an old Commodore 64 to my right, and a big blue police box in the corner; all of my truck-trailer compatriots are bound for a museum in the same quadrant of the galaxy that I’m destined for. They’re reaching the full glory of the admiration they’ve deserved from their respective existences. I, however, am going to be on a search team.
Outfitted with new shielding, and a detection system, it shouldn’t be too long of a search. Several surveyors have calculated that Chora near a highly electroactive star system. With all of that electricity I’ll need all the shielding I can get. Space probes, like Chora and I, have activate a protective shutdown when we come into contact with an electric field powerful enough. It’s a protective measure against data loss and permanent deactivation. And, personally, I don’t want to end up like these relics.
I’m too young to be a museum piece.