Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well.

This week we have another collection of stories that will fit perfectly in this fall weather.

Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creve's mind.

We found something terrible in space, written by Boris Basic.

Ian, didn't you hear the captain calling? Carter asked. I moved my gaze from the notes on my desk and looked in his direction.

He was standing by the entrance to my room, hands on his hips.

He looked furious and impatient.

What's going on? I asked.

We have an emergency.

HQ wants to send us on a rescue mission. Rescue? Who? I raised my eyebrows.

No idea. The brief he already started. Come on, let's get to the control room. Before I could ask him anything else, he turned and went down the hallway.

I arranged my notes neatly and exited my room.

The corridor leading down echoed with my footsteps in Carter's own in the distance.

The spaceship was big enough for me to still sometimes lose direction, but at least it was

equipped with gravitational panels, so we could get around more easily without floating

and getting disoriented, like in the early stages of the simulation.

I turned right at the corner and I saw Carter stopping in front of the control room door.

He turned around and waited for me to get closer.

Once I did, he pressed the big square button next to the door, which made it slide

sideways.

Immediately, we were hit by the sound of murmurs, as our other crew members discussed something

around the holographic map in the middle.

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