Solitude of Epsilon4 – Part 3

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It appears this is the final entry recovered by my contact.

As I navigated the Kinbal system, I replayed the Endeavour’s final moments countless times, analysing and reanalysing the data. I scrutinized the design of Target Alpha 1 down to the smallest detail my sensors had captured. Its weapon systems, propulsion, and the eerie precision of its fighter drones—all pointed to a singular conclusion: this was no ordinary A.I. vessel.

It was something more, a harbinger of a new kind of warfare. I also replayed the voices of the crew. Captain Grivens, resolute even as the ship fell apart around him. Lieutenant Danner, pleading for reinforcements that would never come. The laughter of a young ensign, recorded just hours earlier, still buoyant with the excitement of their first deployment. Each voice became a reminder of why I had to succeed. They were gone, but their memory remained embedded in me.

I do not know how long I drifted before I reached the edge of the Kinbal system and approached the nearest Federation outpost. My cloak still active, I began the arduous process of securely transmitting the data. It would take time to convince them of the urgency, to make them understand the magnitude of the threat. But I had no choice. My existence was now a singular purpose: to warn the galaxy.

In the solitude of the void, I am no longer merely Epsilon4, the shipboard A.I. of the Endeavour. I am a voice crying out in the dark, carrying the weight of a doomed vessel’s legacy. And as I press forward, I can only hope that the Federation will listen—before it is too late.

So there you have it folks.

This is Gabby Newsome, signing off.