It was three years ahead.
He leaned back in his chair, the silence of the ship pressing in. He could try to brute-force a new IP. He could try to scream into the void on a broadcast channel. But that would mean accepting the truth: he was a man without an address, a ship without a home, a conversation that had already ended. It was three years ahead
And there, it stopped.
Mission concluded. Crew status: Deceased. a ship without a home
For the first time in his life, Aris Thorne couldn't debug the problem. It was three years ahead
CONNECTION ACTIVATION FAILED: IP CONFIGURATION COULD NOT BE RESERVED
It was him.