I sat on the pedestal. The skeleton crumbled to dust — its duty done. Mira helped me connect the neural interface from the shuttle to the crystal. It wasn’t designed for humans, but it adapted. Alien tech is good like that.
A structure.
By the time I reached the command deck, the captain was already strapped into her crash couch, jaw tight. Stranded In Space Days 1-19 Complete Elysium