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I do not feel, not in the way my crew feel, but I am aware in my own inhuman way. Humans can’t feel their hearts moving in their chests or their blood as it rushes through their arteries, veins, and capillaries; but I can monitor every important part of my reactor as it crushes hydrogen into helium, like the stars I love so much. I am aware of the total numerical value of my internal power grid, every addition and subtraction. I track every watt.
More than half of my electricity goes to my engines. I could decrease this number significantly if I was willing to drive myself insane by imitating a New Tideland Frilled Snail (Iobritums Okaostoien). I am not.
Another considerable portion goes to my own processors. What can I say? A brain as perfect as mine has requirements.
The rest goes to my various systems; recyclers, life support, lights, drones, climate control, and so many more.
There's also a new draw on my power grid, insignificant in a numerical sense, and very significant in all others. Secunit. Slumped in its chair in my lounge, because it fell asleep watching media. I don’t point out that this is very human behavior.
The charging port in this room is new, another of the countless things about myself I’ve changed to make it more comfortable within me. Because when its comfort spills over onto my feed, I feel like I’m made of light.
It is the only portion of the energy I make that I don’t use.