The ship shuddered. A deep, guttural roar echoed through the hull as the main engines fired, pushing the Odysseus out of the debris field and back toward the shipping lanes.
She slammed her fist against the frosted glass of the pod. Surge 9. The ninth deep-wake cycle. Her ninth time being thawed from cryo to troubleshoot the ship’s dying fusion core. The first eight times, the login had taken four seconds. Now, with the ship’s memory banks corrupted, it was treating her like a stranger. surge 9 login
“Surge 9 Login,” she said. “Authorization: Captain Marcus Webb. Neural signature: Omega-7-4-1.” The ship shuddered
A long silence. The red light stopped pulsing. The ship shuddered. A deep
