Deep in the cargo hold, the "Raw" elements of the ship—the organic vats that grew spare parts—began to churn. Sensing the danger, the ship didn't just repair itself; it evolved. It sprouted long, crystalline sensory whiskers to detect the rift’s exit point.
"Good girl," he whispered. The ship responded with a low-frequency hum that vibrated in his very bones. rawbotic_galaxy_ship_ver_2
2's organic engine, or shall we continue the story into their with another civilization? Deep in the cargo hold, the "Raw" elements