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The ship began to turn, a slow, agonizing rotation that revealed a graveyard of stars—cold, white cinders scattered across a void that felt far too real to be rendered by a graphics card.

My computer fan began to scream, spinning at speeds I didn't know were possible. The room grew cold, the scent of ozone and recycled air filling my lungs. I reached out to touch the screen, and my hand didn't hit plastic. It sank into a cold, liquid interface. the_last_starship.rar

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 ship began to turn, a slow, agonizing