Then, a ping. A tiny, rhythmic signal from a sector labeled SOL .
The ship began to turn, a slow, agonizing rotation that revealed a graveyard of stars—cold, white cinders scattered across a void that felt far too real to be rendered by a graphics card. the_last_starship.rar
When the light faded, the monitor was off. The hard drive was empty. The .rar file was gone. I looked down at my hand—the blue geometric scars were still there, glowing faintly in the dark of my room. Then, a ping