Sample V-12: The Entropy Clock
The Station was a spinning cylinder of white plastic and humming fans, a lonely needle of light floating in the absolute zero of the Boötes Void. Nova was the last Archivist, a woman whose skin had become as translucent as the screens she tended. Around her, the last remnants of the human diaspora were fading. The Great Sleep had failed; the colony ships had drifted off course or succumbed to...
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