Pfes-005 Info

Then it felt something new—a low, vibrating hum building in the deck plates. The same frequency as Engine Four’s resonance. The walls began to shimmer, not with heat, but with memory. Ghostly figures of crew members flickered past, reliving their final moments: a woman laughing over a spilled coffee, a man tightening a bolt, a child—no child had been on the manifest—tracing constellations on a viewport.

PFES-005’s logic core churned. This was unsolicited, emotional, unscientific. It should have ignored the log and resumed its search for the black box. PFES-005

Silence.