That all of us; myself with my complicated cybernetics, each human on board, and then those who were larger, lacked bodies or were impossible to replicate, are each of us facsimile copies of originals that no longer exist. Our electrical impulses duplicated like a simple computer program by a greater form of technology, and installed as a perfect copy of the original.

This ship lacks the technology to travel across deep space any faster than at Jump trajectory. That it might have, despite that, the ability to pluck us from our own alternate timelines, returning us unharmed specifically to those precise moments with no memory of where we had been, and occasionally remove us once more is infinitely more complicated, and there for significantly less probable. Moreover, it would negate the necessity of a starship at all.