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Suddenly, my webcam light turned on. I froze, watching my own face reflected in the digital cockpit's glass. But on the screen, I wasn't wearing my hoodie. I was wearing a tattered flight suit, my skin pale and mapped with glowing blue geometric scars.

The speakers hummed with a low-frequency vibration that I didn't just hear; I felt it in my marrow. A wireframe HUD flickered into existence, showing a ship’s status. Oxygen: 0.04%. Fuel: 0.001%. Hull Integrity: Critical. the_last_starship.rar

WE HAVE BEEN DRIFTING FOR 4,000 YEARS. THE GALAXY IS DARK. YOU ARE THE LAST ONE. Suddenly, my webcam light turned on