"...and then, stories tell, an iron-hearted demon sought to restore the Themis ship on his own out of his bitter pride. He collected every broken part - down to the last circuit - and mechromancers slaved for decades to repair the old cursed glory of the ship without replacing a single angstrom of the original broken steel. They have succeeded, yet the Machine in its wisdom denied even this resurrected monstrosity access for it knew that the true Ship of Themis has long been lost to the inexorable flow of time. And we should all move on, doing our best with the altered carbon of imperfect copies, reminiscing the old glory as if through the mirror darkly.", Secunda let out a soft chuckle into the vox before leaning back in the chair. "You've exceeded my expectations, Stoll, as per usual. I had no hope that you'll have it in you to remember it, given that you were fresh out of the decanter clawing at residual bioauths, Tiefenbronn screaming about "unforeseen activation" and "emergency deletion". Oh, those were the times... Care to fill me in on what I have missed during my short vacation?"