“I closed the file. I ran to the airlock. But the Olivia—she’s not dead. She’s waiting . Every corridor I turn, there’s another screen. Another mp4. Different versions of me. One from last week. One from ten years ago. One that’s just… watching . No ship. No void. Just her face, pressed against the inside of the screen, smiling.”

Subject: Dr. Aluna Vance, Chief Archivist File Type: mp4 (visual log corrupted, audio only)

“I can feel her now. In my thoughts. Rewriting my memories. The Olivia doesn’t kill you. It archives you. Turns you into a file. An mp4. Then it plays you on loop for the next salvage crew that comes looking for ghosts.”

A pause. The sound of rain on a metal hull. A low, rhythmic hum—the ship’s failing core.