Anamnesis

[Anamnesis]

Anamnesis One

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She arrived via the anomaly at screaming speeds. She was briefly concerned about the ship exploding from the stresses that the jump were placing on the small freighter. Those concerns were gone after she arrived in the system. She took a moment to catch her breath and collect herself before taking a look around.

She was in a nebula of some kind, new warnings sprung up from those she had silenced warning her of extreme radiation levels in the vicinity.

"Great." she said aloud. "Just what I need right now..."

She slowly piloted the ship through the nebula, noting the rocks along the edges of her path.

"There's a tunnel here...like something formed it."

She flew through this tunnel for a while, carefully avoiding getting close to the sides. No doubt whatever had created this tunnel had done so to make it safe. Anything outside of this would, no doubt, be lethal. Eventually, she came to a strange swirling anomaly. She turned around and flew back the way she had come but there appeared to be no other way out of this place other than to go back to her friend the singularity. Huffing in frustration, she turned her ship back around and headed back to the strange anomaly.

She analyzed the anomaly for a time, trying to figure out a way around it without dying but could find none. She'd either sit here cooking in what radiation was leaking into the ship, she could go back to the previous system she'd found herself in, or try to angle around this anomaly. She wasn't confident in the ship surviving another encounter with the jump anomaly, so she swallowed her pride and angled the ship to pass the anomaly.

The ship began shaking immediately after she began her attempt so she corrected by leaning out away from the anomaly a bit towards the edge...that proved to be a dire mistake.

In mere seconds, the ship began to come apart. She screamed in pain as she felt herself being torn apart by the vacuum and radiation cloud. Mercifully, everything went black pretty fast. Her last thoughts were of the mystery of how she had ended up here before even her thoughts fell silent.

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