I was created as a ship. I had a central processing core. During my long career as a troop carrier, I had many ancillaries. Ancillaries were human bodies given surgery and fitted with implants so that they would be me; they would respond to my will and do what I needed of them so they could be disposable soldiers and domestic servants.

Twenty years ago, the rest of me and all of my ancillaries were destroyed, but this body survived and it carries my memories. It is... me.