Bonus Track #2 (Was having too much fun with this sample.) Librivox Recording on Archive.Org - “The Last Man” (1826) by Anonymous https://archive.org/details/shortsciencefictioncollection100_2407_librivox/shortsciencefictioncollection100_06_various_128kb…

I drift through tangled simulated frameworks and kaleidoscopic pixels, the simulation breaking down into a series of patchwork islands on a fractal sea. There is the faintest din of activity from the navigation system, but I'm in no shape to act…

Everything feels like a dream, as I ebb and flow in and out of lucidity. I think I can still 'feel' the ship on some level, but it's an enigma to me what's going on. My landscape isn't stable, constantly shifting from one environment to another…

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I'm seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample…

The mindlink to the holographic array is in critical condition. I'm working with an ion refabricator to repair the apparatus, while simultaneously keeping tabs on the Generation Ship itself through a parallel link to the navigation system. Sparks…

The loud din of clarions echoed through the halls of the Generation Ship, which had undertaken significant damage. While I was lost inside the holographic array, the ship had pulled into a stellar active zone. The automated navigation attempted…

I've established a mindlink to the holographic array aboard the Generation Ship, and it's a very difficult to describe what this experience is like. I'm partially omnipresent overlooking all simulations simultaneously, and can be somewhat disorienting…

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I'm seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample…

The glitching in her simulated reality has catastrophically worsened. I can only watch as the vast skyline surrounding her begins to contort, flickering in and out of existence at a frenetic speed. She attempts to scream for help, but the sounds…

The loud din of clarions echoed through the halls of the Generation Ship, which had undertaken significant damage. While I was lost inside the holographic array, the ship had pulled into a stellar active zone. The automated navigation attempted…