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terapsina · 1 year

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Further list of SENTIENT SPACESHIPS as directed by comments from previous poll! The clear winners of this one will be put with the clear winners of that one after both polls close.

PREVIOUS POLL HERE!

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brightsuzaku · 1 year

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You'd wonder "spaceships as people" was a new hyperfixation for me, but joke's on you, it's been one of my little obsessions since I was 11, and it was the early 2000s. A group of my OCs originally started off as "Imagine the space shuttles, but people". One of these characters is still literally named Endeavor.

I had barely experienced much media with spaceships as characters back then, it just kind of came from, "What if this big cool machine had thoughts of its own?"

I'M NOT EVEN REALLY IN ANY THE BIG FANDOMS PEOPLE TALK ABOUT WITH SENTIENT SHIPS IN THEM

like i tried to get into farscape, lol

Anyway, it's been narrowed down to, "What if spaceships are people" and what that means in how they relate to other people, each other, and stuff that happens in space AND "whew, spaceship hot, but dating one would get pretty spicy, huh" gimme the spice, gimme the pain, the hurt/comfort, the space adventures, because all you have is each other

ANYWAY, I plan to ramble even more about this stuff, because I have MANY THOUGHTS and it's stuff about "spaceships and gender", stuff from my own writing about different kinds of spaceships and the protocol for referring to them by individual name or as a ship, and also a long ramble about freighters from the same writing, and how they work.

And someone else will hopefully find it and like it too, maybe.

#I like them very much #I might ramble more about this later #sentient spaceships #spaceships as people #i gently kiss the big space vehicle #text post #brightsuzaku #I try to tag all my own posts so they stay together if clicked

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kayzowl · 2 years

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Here is my spread for @scife-zine! I wanted to draw sentient spaceships, and @punch0uch helped me design them! the text in the image is under the cut.

Failnaught <<Wyvern Class>>

Much speculation has been written about how Claude von Riegan came to possess an Almyran radiation sink. Made from exotic RAM* only found in Almyra’s nebulae, these radiation sinks are near-perfect absorbers of both incoming and outgoing radiation. Failnaught was thus difficult to detect by conventional equipment, which contributed to its surviving the war intact.

After narrowly escaping an ambush by the Knight-class corvette HMS Inexhaustible in the Myrddin Belt ambush of 3185, Failnaught received significant upgrades in the Riegan shipyards. Among the parts fitted were House Goneril’s Freikugel cannons, House Gloucester’s Thyrsus shielding, and House Ordelia’s HadesΩ propulsion system. Failnaught was subsequently reclassified as a Wyvern-class battlecruiser.

*RAM: radar-absorbent material

Dreadnought: Amyr

Modelled after the dreadnought Yagrush, which  was destroyed in the Insurrection of the  Seven, Amyr’s gene code was laid down during the Great  Tree Moon of 3180 and finished maturation under the Pegasus Moon of 3182, in time to serve as flagship of Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg’s Black Eagles Fleet. Amyr operated throughout the Fódlani Unification War under Cpt Hubert von Vestra. Among its notable conquests is Areadbhar of House Blaiddyd, destroyed during the Battle of Gronder in 3185. A further six House ships fell to Amyr’s spurs over the course of the war.

#fire emblem #scife zine #scifi #sentient spaceships #failnaught #amyr #kaz draws things #zine

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manyofnine · 1 month

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urgh... I hate my memory.

Today around 3pm I remembered that in November 2022 I listened to a real good podcast and ate a burger.

Now I cannot, for the life of me figure out what podcast it was.

it had 2 seasons then, the episode I vividly remember was about space whales.

it was an audio drama, there was a guy who stole a spaceship. the spaceship was secret government material because it was sentient. I know there was a woman who didn't like him but had to travel with him because they both, seperately stole the same ship (with the other on it)

it was great fun.

pls help me!

#podcasts #audio drama #recommendation #sentient spaceship

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brown-little-robin · 2 months

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Meet my beautiful [redacted], Malware 🥰

(link to character creator)

#sentient spaceship story

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somethingsomethingwords · 4 days

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Hello to everyone. I wrote this a while ago, and today it seems like a good day to post it. As always thanks for reading. Enjoy 💜.

The quake was the first evidence that something was very wrong. When Sebastian arrived at the control cabin, the air was heavy with the smell of smoke, but there was no fire in sight.

He quickly scanned the room, but all he could see were the empty seats. He shouted his partner's name, but no answer was heard.

He sprinted to his bedroom, hoping he was asleep there, but he wasn't that lucky.

The last place he wanted to search was the most probable to be occupied.

He ran toward the engine room, and there he was.

Charles sat on the floor in the middle of the room and was surrounded by cables of all sizes and materials. They hugged his legs, and some seemed to be starting to climb his chest.

Seb quickly kneeled in front of his teammate, and called his name while cupping his cheeks.

"Charles? Can you hear me?" he whispered, hoping not to be too late.

The light touch seemed to shake Charles, but when he opened his eyes, they had an unnatural metallic blue to them.

"Charles, no. It's too dangerous. Let's get you out of here" he pleaded, even if he knew what Charles was going to say.

"Too late... Danger... Protect" were the robotic words he spoke.

"Charles, please. They are not worth your life. You don't owe them this" he wanted to cry.

Charles was going to almost completely fuse with the spaceship, trying to keep it together long enough to reach safety, so that their stupid mission was successful and their idiotic scuderia could gain new information.

It had been an honour to travel under the black horsed flag. Now it was becoming his worst nightmare.

He wanted to destroy the damned ship, but knew that it would only hurt the other man further.

He didn't have saints to pray, Gods to ask for help or mercy. He only had his beloved, this foolish brave young man, and he was slowly losing him, too.

He lowered his head, feeling the tears starting to fill his eyes and fighting them, when he felt a hand on his cheek.

He suddenly raised his head, staring in two differently coloured eyes. One inhuman blue, the other that natural green he loved, that reminded him of the Earth, of sunshine and mountains and lakes. The prettiest, most wonderful colour he had ever seen.

Both eyes were now crying, even if the face had no expression.

"Not them... You, Sebee" he pronounced these words with such conviction that Seb could do nothing but stare at him, letting the tears flow.

Then Charles closed his eyes, and didn't reopen them. He fell backwards, and even more cables moved to take his chest, his arms, his head, until all Seb could see was the right side of his face.

The ship shook once again, and now he could smell the burnt flesh of his beloved. He was burning up, branding his skin for a man who never had the courage to say me too, to say I feel the same, to say I love you more than I've ever loved anything or anyone and I don't know how to handle it and I'm scared you will soon realise you could have someone better, but if you'll have me I'll never leave your side for as long as you allow me.

And now he could have lost that chance forever.

The only thing he could do was wait and hope.

It felt like years had passed, not mere hours, when Sebastian opened his eyes.

He was sitting against a wall, facing the tangle of wires that hid Charles.

He suddenly stood up when it began to recede from him, leaving his unconscious body lying there, as he hadn't spent hours being fused with the ship. It was littered in small cuts and deep burnt markings, with rings of bruises circling his neck, arms and ankles.

He ran to him, and kneeled to check his pulse. It was steady, but he probably would sleep for a few days.

So Seb picked him up, and brought him to his quarters, slightly bigger and where he could always keep an eye on the younger man.

He was right. It took Charles two full days and a half to wake up, and when he did, it was almost worse.

He only spoke French, couldn't seem to recognise Seb and cried for only the Stars knew what reason.

Seb didn't abandon him, he couldn't. So he sat through all the tears, the light punches and the mumbled words.

He sat and stayed and waited, until all energy ran out and Charles passed out again.

It was the day after, when Charles woke up properly.

He was pale, and the shadows under his eyes were deep and almost purple, but he was awake, and he wasn't going anywhere.

"Ehi, Cha. How do you feel?"

"Like I've been chewed and spat out and chewed some more, same as usual. You? The ship?"

"Everything is ok. The ship isn't reporting any damage, and I'm, well, not fine. But you are here, and that's what matters"

Charles just looked at him for a couple of seconds, then softly smiled and lifted his arm.

"Come, lie with me. We are both tired" he almost whispered, and it sent shivers down Seb's spine.

"Charles, we need to..."

"Cuddle and rest. Then, we'll do anything you want" he interrupted the blonde.

But Sebastian was a weak old man, and the few days of solitude had taken their toll. So he lied down, hugged Charles and inhaled his scent.

"Only 10 minutes"

"Mhmh" agreed the other, already half asleep.

They, in fact, slept for more than ten minutes.

#sebchal #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #aggressive sweet dog x retired old man #sci-fi AU #so the spaceship is at least half sentient #amd sometimes it needs someone to fuse with if the problem is serious enough #seb is so worried #also i realised the villain in my sebchal fics is always ferrrari #so...yeah

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jellydishes · 1 year

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There was no transition period between utter nothingness and your becoming aware. All you knew was that in one moment there had been nothing to see or feel or think, and in the next your consciousness… bloomed. There was really no other way of describing your sudden awareness of a heat signature on the move, of vibrations through the still air that you only gradually came to understand was speech. It was just stimuli at first, but as you focused in on it in an attempt to understand it gradually resolved itself into words. "Piece" and "of shit, of course the locks wouldn't react to the password…" You understood them, but because you did not recognize this voice the words had no importance.

Your attention shifted back to track the movement, and as it did you became aware of something else. The ceaseless scrawl of 1's and 0's that you had been just barely conscious of was taking on new layers of meaning. They never stopped being numbers, but at the same time you began to process them as visual information. Triangles at first, but then even the triangles began to combine into complex shapes that moved in tandem with the heat signature. They gained complexity, but the meaning still eluded you.

The shapes moved, and you tracked them.

You gradually realized that you weren't moving to keep up with these shapes, but that somehow you were seeing them from multiple angles all at once. The word 'cameras,' came to you without your asking, and you knew that it was correct. Not only that, but knew that if you focused, you could take control of these cameras.

1: Take control

2: Do not

#this was another wip i may or may not ever actually return to #in which you are playing as a sentient spaceship

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continuousmeowing · 1 year

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i sure hope that nastya was right about the aurora not being sentient anymore because i feel like crying every time i think about the possibility that she's still out there.

#EVEN IF SHE ISN'T SENTIENT IT STILL HURTS IMAGINING THE AURORA OUT THERE. ALL ALONE. NO CREW.#I HAVE WAY TOO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS GODDAMN SPACESHIP.#the mechanisms

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terapsina · 1 year

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The first thing I've learned from my new access to the polling function is that we as a species are very passionate about our little fictional robot friends.

#robots #artificial intelligence #sentient spaceships #cyborgs #androids #terapsina rambles #and posting these polls might have been a mistake #my activity page has gone insane

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brightsuzaku · 10 months

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Stories of The Sunbeam

The Sunbeam GTACMTC2-64

Gateway Transport Agency Civilian Mass Transport Class-2, Number 64 (Former ID: ASTV3-989)

Passenger: Olivia Malcolm

Liv woke up to half her head pounding, and groaned. She'd hoped the migraine would have been gone by now, but unfortunately, it was a stubborn one. The headache persisted as a steady chiseling feeling, located just behind her right eye. And, though the sensation of it was dulling (maybe), it was still irritatingly present. The room felt a little too bright for her comfort, too.

She exhaled a small annoyed whimper, rubbed one eye, and sighed. The last estimate she’d gotten was that only 51 more Earth-length hours would be spent in warp, and Liv had wanted to be in proper shape when the ship docked. A two-day migraine? Well, it wasn’t a good sign, and she really hoped it wouldn’t persist.

Liv's sour mood suddenly deflated further when a bright, chipper, feminine voice interrupted her thoughts, and sang, "Gooooood day!"

The voice smacked of artificial cheer, it drifted in from some unknown source within Liv’s quarters. And, Liv knew exactly who it was: Sunbeam. The Sunbeam, to be precise. Why the main intelligence of the whole ship would personally greet an average passenger was beyond Liv’s reckoning, but she had grown used to Sunbeam’s presence. While Liv figured that it was probably boring to monitor warp stabilization calculations, or whatever it was that ships must do for work, she wasn’t too confident in the ship’s intelligence, either.

Sunbeam’s voice continued, "It is good to see that you're awake, Olivia!"

Liv groaned, "Sunbeam, can you stand to tone the sunshine down a bit?"

"No can do, Olivia! In fact, we are likely very far from any quantity of nearest-sun, and it would be unwise to risk checking! It is an estimated Forty-Seven Hours and Twenty-Eight minutes until we exit the warp tunnel, and it is too dangerous to withdraw too early simply to look for suns!"

That was not the answer Liv wanted. Worse, she realized that she had experienced only about four hours of sleep. Great! Not ideal.

"Ugh, Sunbeam, you know exactly what I mean. Can you turn down the lights?!"

Sunbeam responded with a pause, one that Liv found a bit uncomfortable once the 15th second had passed. Before she could say anything further, without warning, the lights went out with a ping! and her room was plunged into darkness.

Suspicious, Liv growled impatiently, "Sunbeeeeam?"

Sunbeam was silent.

Liv's eyes then adjusted, somewhat, to the darkness. She fumbled out of her bed, and bumbled her way to the door. She felt around the walls for stability, though she didn’t really need it. The room was a bit too small, but serviceable; temporary lodgings for her journey, made available free of charge.

There was just enough space for a bed, and to walk around a few short paces. A small seat and desk were attached to a wall at the far end of the room, and located right by a door that led to the even-tinier bathroom accommodations.

The conditions were claustrophobic, really. But, Liv had assured the agency (Gateway Transport) that she could handle these conditions for a week’s travel time, whatever a “week” was in space. Four days so far, and it hadn't been too bad, weakening migraine aside.

After all, the room was offered to her for free, and she thought it far better than being in the group berth. Yet, despite having second thoughts about her accommodations, there wasn't anything she could do about it now, really. “Hindsight is 20/20”, or something like that, it was said.

Towards the front of the room, a small rectangular outline near the door panel could be discerned by its dim yellow glow. Liv approached the smooth panel, and then smacked her palm against it. Thankfully, her room's door slid open without delay.

The hallway was equally dark. Confused sounds, other passengers' voices, mumbled nervously in the darkness, "What's going on?" "What happened?" "Where are we?"

Liv drew in a breath, and called out, "Hey, Sunbeam!"

The other passengers stopped talking as soon as Liv addressed the ship. Liv, for her part, felt extremely self-conscious.

Was I really that loud?!

The hall was silent, and then the lighting sputtered back on with an audible whirr. Sunbeam's voice danced in the air with the bounce of honeyed delight, as if she had been talking the entire time, "-orry for the inconvenience! It appears that there was a minor mishap with the ILCS Integrated Lighting Command Systems. For your convenience, and to prevent any further outages, please use the manual rotary switches available within your quarters and at your berths, to control localized lighting."

Liv's face suddenly burned hot with embarrassment. This couldn't be her own fault, could it? Maybe that was a coincidence? She wasn’t sure, though some part of her felt intensely anxious about whatever was going on.

...

A few hours later, the incident with the lights had receded into a lighthearted joke among the other passengers, as if there wasn't any real concern to it. Nobody seemed to blame Liv however. Instead, a few folks congratulated her for getting things "back to normal"!

But, Liv felt concerned.

She sat at the far end of a table in the shared mess hall, and poked distractedly at her food. Though she took an occasional bite, her meal was growing cold, not that it mattered much to her. The other passengers eventually ignored her, wrapped up in their own conversations with each other. A relief, for sure, but Liv also felt desperately lonely.

She was on her way to her first major assignment, traveling as a highly-recommended individual by the professors at her university. All of Liv’s friends and classmates took different shuttles from her, or were headed to different destinations. She sort of wished she had taken Maude's offer to travel up to a halfway point, though she didn't want to impose on Maude and her partner, either. Liv also wasn’t sure how’d she would have made the second leg of the trip either, anyway. Sunbeam, after all, happened to be a direct one-way route to Liv’s destination, and so the ship was far more convenient for that reason. No imposing upon others, free food and accommodations… Sunbeam seemed perfect, more or less.

And yet, Liv was bothered, now. The "problem" wasn’t impossible to Liv, she could solve this! Surely, this was within her ability! And yet, despite it all, Liv suddenly felt both overwhelmed and clueless. She especially felt burdened with a dreadful worry because of what she knew.

The Sunbeam was a repurposed freighter vessel originally built to carry cargo, but now she carries people, instead; like a flying space hostel. Being neither a cruise ship nor a ferry, Liv had figured the ship herself also barely got an upgrade in the brains department. There would have been no need to specially accommodate the sort of clientele that would travel with Sunbeam, though the ship’s intelligence was still unfailingly prompt, as if she never got the memo.

A malfunction to the lighting command systems aboard a vessel like the Sunbeam could potentially be indicative of a larger issue at hand... And, Liv's thoughts jumped to her fear that the life-support systems were affected, too. Though she longed to speak to somebody on the ship's crew, like an engineer, she was aware of the rules.

Olivia Malcom was aboard the Sunbeam as a passenger, and nothing more. The specifics of the trip meant that Sunbeam herself would be the one Liv would have to get through first, anyway! Liv’s heart sank slightly at the thought.

Damn, but if I could get a hold of someone! Anyone other than this flaky boat! This thing is about as dumb as an Alliance Freighter!

Liv grumbled under her breath, "I wonder how many corners were cut, to make this thing passenger-ready?"

She abandoned her food tray, walked her way back to her room, and closed the door behind her. "Hey Sunbeam," she called.

"Hello, Olivia, what is it?" chirped the chipper voice of the ship.

"What's the status of your life-support systems?"

The ship paused, before replying, "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to provide you with any specific details, but everything's coming up Green! Or, if instead you were looking for Uplifting Supportive Cheer because the gloom of deep space has gotten to you, I am afraid I lack the resources to fully provide for your needs!"

There was something markedly specific about the nature of the ship's response, and Liv rolled her eyes.

"Ok then, how long have you been in service as a passenger vessel? How many trips have you made?"

Sunbeam answered right away, "I have been acting as a passenger vessel for the past 5 annans, and have made hundreds of trips each an! The specific number of trips taken differs according to need and circumstance, but I am proud to say that I am a star of safe travels at an affordable rate for even the most simple of standard incomes!"

Liv opened her mouth, as if to respond, but then closed it. Sunbeam was definitely an Alliance Freighter in another life, and worse, she’s now one with a dash of whimsy.

#brightsuzaku writes #spaceships as people #brightsuzaku #text post #longpost #writing #original work #OC Olivia Malcom #OC The Sunbeam #i love this boat a lot #she's literally just... like that.#sentient spaceships #spaceships as characters #spaceships #light sci-fi #yes i will write more stuff about this particular spaceship #she lives in my brain

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turianhumanclient · 7 months

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The other entry I managed to do for Spaceshiptember 2023. Last day, 30th, free pick #2 and mine was @kavaeric's Solidarity from his Light Era setting. 18km-ish behemoth of a living starship in bold new era of post-capitalism.

#sst23 #spaceshiptember #spaceshiptember 2023 #sentient spaceship #sentient starship #aethercraft #light era #kavaeric #solidarity

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