I stared at the button for a long time. Outside my porthole, the real stars were cold, silent, and perfectly round.
As if they weren’t the ones watching me through the screen. teespace-1.5.5.zip
But sometimes, late at night, I hear a faint, compressed hum from the drive. And I swear I can make out voices—NovaDrifter, QuietMike, and a hundred others—arguing about fuel ratios, as if the universe still made sense. I stared at the button for a long time
I renamed the file to quarantine_old_data.bak and buried it in a deep archive. the real stars were cold