Bright, so bright, in my head, voices whispering, shouting, crying. I should return to the ship and leave, but the brightness is in my vision and in my head and maybe in my body. It was black, blacker even than space but it must’ve heard us coming, heard our thoughts, tiny little mammal thoughts and switched itself on. I try to think about the mission, about recovering the anomalies, the artifacts they left behind in the solar system’s dark corners, but it’s too bright and the brightness is inside me now and I think that maybe I’m not me anymore…
"Classic"
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