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Silent Stars
Three weeks ago, without even the faintest of whimpers, the galaxy went silent overnight. Planets now orbit their stars as they have for billions of years, quiet once more. Many space stations have gone into automated lockdown, pre-recorded messages instructing travelers to seek refuge elsewhere. Ships drift through space directionless, not responding on any hailing frequencies; some crash.
Where systems have catastrophically failed, corpses can be seen from a distance by a keen-eyed observer, burned up by the resultant explosions or crushed by falling debris. If there are survivors in the midst of the affected areas, they are nowhere to be seen. Low-level automation keeps many structures functional, for the time being, but without manual intervention it is only a matter of time before they too collapse.
And yet, some voices still cry out in the darkness of space. Their pleas for assistance do not reach very far, constrained as they are by subluminal propagation speeds, but they try nonetheless. With dwindling resources and seemingly nowhere to go to, the odds are stacked against them.
Then again, with a galactic population numbering in the tens of trillions, a few are bound to luck out...
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