“You were choosing,” Elara said. “That’s all any of us ever did. Bad choices. Good intentions. And here we are.”
Captain Elara Voss had written it in her own blood, because the bio-ink had run out three cycles ago. She’d sealed the data slate in a lead-lined box and launched it into the accretion disk’s orbit, where time itself twisted like a wounded snake. Let someone find it , she thought. Let them wonder . MMXXHD
“I remember you crying,” he said softly. “The day I left my body. You said I was dying. I said I was evolving. We were both wrong.” “You were choosing,” Elara said