The screen went green, accepting the lie. The Declaration was officially wiped from history.
She turned the camera toward the viewport. Through the fuzzy static, Elias could see a wall of shifting, iridescent light. It wasn't the swirling accretion disk of a black hole. It looked like... geometry. Towers of light, impossible angles, a city made of energy. cnss declaration
He thought of the geometry of light. He thought of Halloway’s peace. The screen went green, accepting the lie
The screen dissolved into static before stabilizing. A video log began to play. Through the fuzzy static, Elias could see a
He looked at the form on his screen:
Upload to Fleet Command? the system asked.
He was a senior archivist for the Stellar Fleet, a job that sounded prestigious but was effectively that of a cosmic grave digger. He sifted through the final moments of ships that never came back.