Sexually Transmitted Infections (STIs)
I stared at the button for a long time. Outside my porthole, the real stars were cold, silent, and perfectly round.
But please. Don’t try to save us.
I isolated it from the ship’s main network—standard protocol for anomalies—and ran the decompression. The file unfurled not into code, but into a single, sprawling log.
I did not run the executable.
“Mods are gone. We’re locked in. The ‘Logout’ button just opens a black window that whispers your mother’s maiden name.”