I was alone on my ship, orbiting a gas giant. The cockpit had the new windows. The stars were sharp. But then—a whisper. Not ambient audio. A voice. My voice, but older . Tired.
The update notes said: “Companions now register object permanence. They remember what you carry. They remember what you left behind.” Starfield Update v1.12.30
Sarah Morgan was waiting at the ship. She didn’t greet me with the same line about the weather. She was looking at a data slate—my old one. From Earth. I was alone on my ship, orbiting a gas giant
End log. Recommend you don’t look directly at your reflection in the helmet visor. It might wave back. I was alone on my ship
"You kept this," she said. Not a question.
It’s a mirror.