A man’s voice, weary but calm. “The crew is gone. Not dead. Gone. The resonance from Engine Four didn't tear the ship apart. It tore something else. The veil between thought and matter. If you're listening to this, salvage unit, don't just record. Remember. Because if you remember us, we’re not entirely lost.”
PFES-005’s optical sensor widened. Its programming had no subroutine for wonder. Yet wonder is what it felt. PFES-005
It traced the residue.
A voice—not from the slate, but from the air itself—whispered: “Help us finish.” A man’s voice, weary but calm