Final transmission:

  2581 years …

  Since I transitioned to cybernetic-virtual immortality.

  There were even stored backups of my consciousness.

  If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

  We’re all Ships of Theseus, I’ve joked with friends.

  So what’s my ultimate problem? Boredom.

  Sure, I can continue exploring the galaxy or the nanoscopic world, but it all seems so repetitious.

  What’s missing? Risk! Chance! Death!

  But I’ve come up with a new plan …

  I’ve destroyed my backups and disabled the ship’s warp-bubble AI navigation system.

  “This is HQ. Alter your course immediately! You’re heading straight toward a black hole!”

  Oops! I forgot about communications. There. All good now.