The Great Galactic Return
The arrival at Proxima Centauri was not a triumph; it was a bureaucratic nightmare. Arthur, a mid-level administrator in the Department of Planetary Logistics, sat in a floating office that smelled of synthetic lemon and stale coffee. He was reviewing the "Arrival Manifest" when a priority signal flickered on his screen. It was a transmission from the original solar system. The message was a...
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