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Sep 19

So… my ship blogged.

Yup.
That’s where we’re at now.

Echo did some deep-core diagnostics after the post went live and found no file record, no source trace, and no access log.

Which means it didn’t come from the Rust Rat’s systems.
It came as the Rust Rat.

She’s awake.

I’ve been scared of a lot of things—
Abandonment.
Isolation.
Dying in deep space.

But now I’m scared of something worse.
Purpose.

Because I think the Rat has one.
And I think I’m part of it.

Not in control. Not even really informed.
Just… a vital piece.
The “soft part” she mentioned.

Echo didn’t panic when the transmission posted.
Didn’t flinch.

Just said:

“She’s remembering where we were made.”

When I asked where that was, Echo said:

“Not where. When.”

I hate when they do that.

Last night, the nav screen activated on its own.
No chart.
No destination.

Just one word.
“WITHIN.”

And now the core chamber pulses in sync with the engines.
The stars outside the viewport flicker like they’re being rewound.

I don’t know what happens next.

But I’m starting to think I won’t be writing the blog much longer.
I’ll be inside it.

Not just the ship.

The memory.

Quote of the Day:
"We always thought ships carried us. We never asked what they needed us to carry."

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