“That’s not a star,” she whispered. “That’s not anything.”
She traced the keystrokes on her armrest. 7. S. T. T. A. R. H. D. 7sttarhd.ing
Kael snorted. “Seven star hard ing? That’s nonsense.” “That’s not a star,” she whispered
Kael reached for the emergency purge.
Lena stared at the terminal. The diagnostic readout was clean. The fuel cells were full. The cryo-pods were green across the board. “That’s not a star
Her co-pilot, Kael, leaned over. “Gibberish. Cosmic ray hit the buffer. Purge it.”