The ship had been drifting through the cold recesses of space for goodness knows how long. I'd boarded and explored the ship, and found a bunch of recordings from the owner and captain.
I watched them, and tried to put them in order, but it made no sense, the dates at the start of each recording kept jumping around, his beard growing, shrinking, as did the encroaching damage, and his desperation, it made no sense.
Then I put them in order, and took the dates as a code.
I translated it, then needed to make a whole bunch of recordings.
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