I know – kzzkkt – I know you've been – kzkzkt – I'd still like to see another Traveller – kzzkt – If that doesn't –

I know – kzzkkt – I know you've been – kzkzkt – I'd still like to see another Traveller – kzzkt – If that doesn't –

It is then that I realise it. The noises, the static I've been hearing throughout my adventures. It is not interference, the corruption of long distance communication. How could it be? We speak through the protocol of a dream.

The noises... the sound of kzzkt – it's the sound of waking. It's the sound of everything falling apart. It's the final gasp. The death of the Atlas will not begin in sixteen minutes. It began a long time ago.