I’ve been playing No Man’s Sky since the day it came out. Unlike many players, I’ve stuck with my starting ship – I didn’t figure out how to find crashed ships, or have enough money to buy a new ship, until well after I’d started to get sentimental about him.
He’s squat and stubby and cramped. He’s got three inventory slots that aren’t full of engine. But he’s taken me through a hundred systems and a dozen black holes. He’s blasted off from the middle of uncounted numbers of Sentinels angry about me filling my pockets with gravballs. He’s the one unchanging thing in an endless procedural universe. He’s mine.
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Also sometimes the story the ex-with-benefits and I go with is that he’s semi-sentient, and is actually shaped like a dragon mecha, and may occasionally do adult things with my character off-camera. Because we are people, and people spin stories about things.