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Elena closed her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. “Wake me when we get there.”

She plunged it into her carotid artery.

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The world exploded into shards of light. She could feel the ship’s pain, the billions of calculations screaming through fried circuits. She could feel Captain Webb’s ghost in the static—the echo of his voice, the timbre of his authority. Elena closed her eyes

She didn’t know if she had logged in as the captain. “Ship,” she said, changing tactics

The Odysseus was dying. Elena could feel it in the arrhythmic thrum of the hull, the groaning of metal that had been her home for eleven subjective years. A micrometeoroid swarm had punched through the forward observation deck six hours ago, and with it went the primary command node. The backup systems had kicked in, but they were running on a ghost’s logic.