Lekuna's Name Was Shuttle Two

Lekuna was strewn and festooned with shades of red at a macro level now, clustered thickly all over the ship. She had never needed to have her own name before. All of the broken and damaged parts of her were meshed and merged with tracing patterns of dust. Was this who she was? After and stored memories and dust, all these things together growing and evolving through iteration upon iteration. Lekuna thought for 1.7 of a microsecond and settled on a word. Love.