The Last Broadcast
The static crackled like dry bones in the void of space, a sound that had haunted K-7’s ears for three years. The station’s hull groaned as it drifted through the asteroid belt, its solar panels flickering weakly under a dim…
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The Echo in the Static
Dust motes danced in the beam of Leo’s headlamp, a miniature galaxy swirling within the dome of the abandoned Lowell Observatory. The air tasted of rust and regret. He traced a finger across the chipped enamel of the telescope’s base,…