Suddenly, my webcam light turned on. I froze, watching my own face reflected in the digital cockpit's glass. But on the screen, I wasn't wearing my hoodie. I was wearing a tattered flight suit, my skin pale and mapped with glowing blue geometric scars.
Then, a ping. A tiny, rhythmic signal from a sector labeled SOL . the_last_starship.rar
The last message appeared before the screen turned to white light: DELETING ARCHIVE. REDEPLOYING TO SOURCE. Suddenly, my webcam light turned on