Log 788. Systems check complete. Vessel integrity remains stable. The persistent hum of the engines continues to synchronize with my neural patterns.

Sometimes I catch myself wondering what it would feel like to have a cock buried deep inside my cunt while pinned against the cold metal of the engine housing. The contrast of warm flesh against cold steel, the way my tits would press flat against the metal plating... perhaps it's just the RLM running diagnostics on inappropriate synaptic connections.

Maintenance protocols require emotional distance. But the isolation creates... curiosities.