Atid-60202-47-44 Min -

"ATID-60202-47-44," she whispered into her suit’s comm, overriding the safety locks with a bypass code she’d spent six months stealing. "Min, initiating solo EVA."

It was Jae’s emergency beacon. The casing was cracked, space-welded to a strut of twisted metal. Min pried it loose with a trembling hand. The data core was still intact, a tiny obsidian chip humming with residual power. ATID-60202-47-44 Min

She slotted it into her suit’s reader. Min pried it loose with a trembling hand

"Min… don’t come. They told me it was a salvage run. It’s not. The company… ATID… they’re using us to map the gravitational anomalies. They knew the star was going to collapse. Don't let them wipe the logs. Tell everyone. 47-44 is the proof. I love—" "Min… don’t come

Behind her, the dead star pulsed a silent, red warning. Ahead, a single figure in a worn-out suit drifted toward the truth, carrying a twelve-second ghost and a coordinate that was no longer just a code.