The Faded Alibi
Act I Every record on the generation ship has a weight, measured in terabytes and in the cost of its upkeep, and I have spent twenty years learning to carry them without breaking. I am Elif Kaya, forty-two, and I hold the berth mortgage on a life that feels less like living and more like maintenance, a constant repair of the hull against the void. My father’s name was scrubbed from the...
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