“Captain Webb,” the AI said, warmth flooding its voice for the first time. “Welcome back. Surge 9 logged. Emergency thrust engaged. Oxygen reserves stabilizing.”
“Manual override, Sigma-Tango-9,” Elena whispered, her throat raw from recycled air. surge 9 login
The world exploded into shards of light. She could feel the ship’s pain, the billions of calculations screaming through fried circuits. She could feel Captain Webb’s ghost in the static—the echo of his voice, the timbre of his authority. “Captain Webb,” the AI said, warmth flooding its
She didn’t know if she had logged in as the captain. Emergency thrust engaged
But in the back of her mind, in a voice that was not her own, Captain Marcus Webb smiled.
“Scanning,” the AI chirped, a perversion of calm. “Biological profile: Female, age 34, elevated cortisol. Name… uncertain. Prior command logs corrupted.”