Plan Of Unchanging

The Landship was always alive.

Not in the sense that most places were. Not in the way of cities bustling with movement, nor in the way of ancient ruins humming with residual energies.

No, my bastion was alive in a way that felt almost sentient to me. A constant, pulsing rhythm of thought and machine, its neuromorphic veins stretched through every corridor, linking every part of its vast, impossible structure into a singular, fluid existence.

Everything within it moved with purpose—every mechanism, every vessel, every calculated process. 

And all of these were heightened by my heightened perception, making it almost impossible for me to ignore the calming proverbial noise and bickering between one Cognitive Engine to another.

"Maybe a little bit too much bickering."

That aside, I had already finished with my recruiting attempt. Thanks to my amazing charisma, I'm able to get Ishmael into this Landship as her new vessel to voyage with.