Commander Elias Thorne gripped the hilt of the manual override, his knuckles white. Beside him, the ship's AI, a flickering projection of gold light, pulsed in rhythm with the core.
"Sixteen times the precision," the AI noted, almost in awe. "We didn't just arrive, Commander. We created the arrival." V2 imaginar 16x
Elias leaned back, watching the twin suns rise. The V2 wasn't just a ship anymore. It was a pen, and the universe was finally its parchment. Commander Elias Thorne gripped the hilt of the