Martisset stared at the black screen. The game could be restarted from the beginning, all her folly erased.
It was dishonest to pretend that hadn’t happened. The story had been cut off mid-play, but in real life, behind the black screen, it was still playing out, just like a story in a book; it was still in there, even if you closed it.
She put on the solo visor, touched the controls, and said, “I’m back.”
The warm voice of the Ship greeted her, “Quartermaster.”
“The Captain is dead,” she said.
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