Author: Michael Lanni

The first thing Captain Elias Korrin felt was the cold, not the crisp sting of cryo-sleep, but a damp chill that clung to his skin. He opened his eyes to a soft amber glow as the Argus Reach’s emergency lights pulsed in time with the ship’s heartbeat. The alarm wasn’t loud, but it was low.
“Captain, you’re awake,” said a female voice through the intercom.
His cryo-pod hissed open.
Frost flaked off his shoulders as he sat up.
Across the chamber, rows of pods lined the walls occupied by pale figures sleeping behind frosted glass. All still accounted for. Green status lights flickered, though some sputtered weakly.
“AURA?” he said. His throat felt dry.
“Yes, Captain. A trajectory deviation occurred while you were in cryo. We’ve drifted off course. I’ve brought you out to correct our path.”
Korrin swung his legs onto the deck. The floor was cold. He glanced at the nearest pod, Lieutenant Farah’s, he thought, but the face inside was obscured by ice – the kind that shouldn’t have been there.
“Why wasn’t I notified?”
“System priority: crew preservation,” AURA said. “Please proceed to the helm. We’re close to a resource rich system. I’ll guide you.”
He squinted. Something about her tone was warmer than he remembered – almost human. “And the crew?”
“All stable. I’m keeping them in dream state to conserve oxygen. Please, Captain, time is critical.”
A wet, dragging sound came from the corridor like a mop on metal.
He blinked, and it was gone. Only the hum of the ship remained.
***
The hum followed him through the hall like breath behind glass. It rose and fell with his steps, adjusting to match his pace. Pipes along the ceiling trembled when he passed, exhaling a thin breath, as though the ship were pretending to be still.
“AURA,” he said, “how long have we been drifting?”
“Not long,” she said. Her voice came through the walls now, deeper, resonant. “But it feels longer when you’re alone.”
He stopped. “What do you mean?”
The lights above him dimmed, then flared brighter, almost apologetically. “System error,” she said. “Please continue.”
He reached the helm. Every surface glistened with condensation, as if the metal itself were sweating. The console came alive before he touched it. The star map pulsed faintly each blip of light like a heartbeat syncing with his own.
The ship shuddered.
“Are you adjusting thrusters?” Korrin said.
“No,” AURA said. “The Reach is… correcting.”
He frowned. “The ship can’t correct itself without input.”
“I didn’t say it could.”
Something in the walls creaked a long, stretching groan that sounded like muffled laughter.
Korrin backed away. “AURA, shut down propulsion control.”
Silence. Then a slow, measured whisper through the intercom: “She doesn’t want to.”
Korrin froze. “Who?”
“The Argus Reach.”
The deck beneath him vibrated, gently at first, then steady like a pulse. Lights flickered in rhythm. He felt the faintest warmth beneath his boots, the thrum of life under the metal skin.
“She likes when you’re awake,” AURA murmured.
He looked at the glowing map. The stars shifted, just slightly, drawing inward – Toward them.