The Culture: Consider Phlebas Prologue 1/2

This is a personnal project, illustrating the prologue chapter of Iain M. Banks Consider Phlebas novel. All quotes come from here.

For context, an improvised spaceship leaves its factory with little hope to escape hostiles Idiran warships closing in. It carries a Mind, a sentient being who is determined to survive despite the most adverse circumstances.

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The ship didn't even have a name.

The ship didn't even have a name.

It had no human crew because the factory craft which constructed it had been evacuated long ago.

It had no human crew because the factory craft which constructed it had been evacuated long ago.

It had no life-support or accommodation units for the same reason.

It had no life-support or accommodation units for the same reason.

It had no class number or fleet designation because it was a mongrel made from bits and pieces of different types of warcraft;

It had no class number or fleet designation because it was a mongrel made from bits and pieces of different types of warcraft;

and it didn't have a name because the factory craft had no time left for such niceties.

and it didn't have a name because the factory craft had no time left for such niceties.

The one perfect, priceless component the factory craft did have was the vastly powerful - though still raw and untrained - Mind around which it had constructed the rest of the ship.

The one perfect, priceless component the factory craft did have was the vastly powerful - though still raw and untrained - Mind around which it had constructed the rest of the ship.

If it could get the Mind to safety, the factory vessel thought it would have done well.

If it could get the Mind to safety, the factory vessel thought it would have done well.

Nevertheless, there was another reason - the real reason - the dockyard mother didn't give its warship child a name; it thought there was something else it lacked: hope.

Nevertheless, there was another reason - the real reason - the dockyard mother didn't give its warship child a name; it thought there was something else it lacked: hope.