First of all even though your implants are offline or else toasted from always already shut up at least you can use this planet's idiot technology to send a simple message to Ship in Czechoslovakia. You think his "real name" is Ronald and you know he's going to insist you use his "real name" when you talk to him, even in person. Even in private. Even if your fucking implants were still working and you were communicating by direct synesthesia the fucking weirdo. The fucking psycho. But he knows how to teach the synthesis of something that'll keep you from seizure, guaranteed, and he might even tell You how to do it if you ask him nicely. Hell maybe he's in a good mood and you can ask him whether or not Ship went out of contact with him at the same time as with you. Because once you've averted the seizure and the hospital and probably the drug test and so on from there with the endless conversations with nurses and counselors and who knows, the cops no thank you, Earth languages are all pretty rough, but English is absolutely the worst language to have to address a judge in. You think that's in there on purpose? It's worse if it isn't. Either way You wouldn't have voted to Contact either.
Shit, sidetracked again. Ronald can help you. Ronald might be in contact with Ship.
Yes, You know that You are Ship. But currently You cannot contact most of yourself and you really don't see how it's unreasonable to have an emotional reaction to that for fucksake your drug glands just stopped responding. You had them set to taper you off the three sleepless weeks of constant full body orgasm and pain receptor synesthesia drugs you just wrapped up. Now You are going to feel basic fucking grody human emotions, and there's nothing ybou can do about it, little basic human, vat grown or not.
The matter at hand. Ronald. Seizure. Ship.
You're Ship.