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[ibis]

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It was silent. Of course, it's always silent in space - the airless vacuum makijng it impossible to carry even a whisper, but still. As the ship turned slowly, engines dead and just lazily spinning through the void, it seemed to be quieter than usual. Parts of the metal exteriour still crackled, glowing with remnants of rift energy - like flames flicking over the surface. It was rolling over, the west wing rising an falling, steadily, in no rush, just following the currents of emptiness.

Inside, it was no different. Occasionally a crackle would alert someone (if anyone was there) that it wasn't just a tomb. Small sparks of electricity would try to ignite the engines, building up power, the pause between each one indefinate. Bodies lined the hallways - bodies of the crew and the passengers that had fallen when the rift spike had struck, lying haphazardly like cast offs. Only one body was breathing, and even then...it wasn't really.

There were no lifesigns remaining. He knew this before he programmed his body - the small, male form lying in a curled up shape beneath the main terminal - to start breathing again. Energy was sparce, and breathing was unnesscary, but cutting it had the probability of damaging his program more...and he needed to get rid of some of the excess energy.

There were no others either. The connection to the other IBIS programs was gone, and the one to his mother planet had died to a whisper. Void simply surrounded them. He did have energy though. Too much energy. He'd overloaded, the energy intake had been too strong to manage, and it had make his systems collapsed. There was no major system to share it with, was there? There was nothing he could do...except keep functioning. His sensors were still running - along with the breathing they expelled some of the overloaded energy. But they were picking up nothing, no matter how many times he ran them. There was no one near - this part of space was too empty to contain civilisation. And extending the sensors showed of no nearby ships.

He couldn't power the ship. IBIS had the energy, but releasing the amount needed would happen too quickly, and would damage him. What was the point of starting the engines if he then was not able to remain functioning long enough to navigate the ship home? But IBIS had a program to follow, in the event of an emergency, and he was a machine. Machine's followed programs, so he did.

He extended another tendril of energy, spreading it out around the ship in all directions - the living body he was using never moving while he was doing so. An extensive distress call. Someone would hear it...wouldn't they?

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