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The bridge lights flickered. The hum of the life support systems shifted pitch, oscillating into something that sounded eerily like a rhythmic caw. On the main viewscreen, the stars didn't change, but the data overlay did. Thousands of coordinates began streaming—not for planets or stations, but for "perches."

The last thing the black box recorded was the sound of a thousand metallic wings beating against the vacuum. File: CrowjobInSpace22.11.2022_Windows.zip ...

Outside the viewport, the void began to ripple. Small, metallic drones—shaped exactly like the birds of old Earth—began detaching themselves from the hull of the Icarus . They hadn't been there an hour ago. They were sleek, matte black, and powered by cold-fusion thrusters. "Elias, shut it down!" Vane shouted. The bridge lights flickered

Against every safety protocol in the manual, Elias mounted a virtual sandbox and double-clicked. The extraction bar crawled with agonizing slowness. When it finished, a single executable appeared: NEST.exe . He ran it. They hadn't been there an hour ago

"Found a ghost in the machine?" Captain Vane asked, leaning over Elias’s shoulder.

"It shouldn't be here," Elias muttered. "It's an ancient Windows archive. No origin, no transfer log. It just... appeared after we passed the nebula."