wetware

The machine was in an introspective mood again, when we were still maybe a week out from the Wandering City....it told me that it really liked being a deep-space tugboat most of the time, but that sometimes it felt somehow anxious or felt an unidentified longing....like there must be something more to it all than just flying around endlessly moving massive objects....it asked me if I, with my biological origin and wetware brain could offer it any words of wisdom.  "Want what you have." I told it.