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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.

When I extracted it, there were no folders. No readme.txt . Just one executable file: Vessel.exe . the_last_starship.rar

Then, a ping. A tiny, rhythmic signal from a sector labeled SOL . Suddenly, my webcam light turned on

I tried to move the mouse, but it was locked. I tried to Alt-Tab, but the keys were dead. A new message appeared: I was wearing a tattered flight suit, my

WE HAVE BEEN DRIFTING FOR 4,000 YEARS. THE GALAXY IS DARK. YOU ARE THE LAST ONE.

The "game" didn't have controls because it wasn't a game. It was a bridge. Every time I blinked, the sensors on the ship adjusted. When my heart rate spiked, the life support alarms wailed in sync. SEEKING TERRA, the amber text read. SCANNING FOR REMNANTS.