Static.
Again. Alexa cursed and shoved the small radio away from her, raising her eyes to the heavens. Please don’t let me die on this godforsaken asteroid. I’ll never be rude or mean to anyone again, I promise. Well. She’d try. It was the thought that counted, right? It was supposed to be a regular mission. Sweep the quadrant for space-time anomalies, report back to HQ. She’d pretty much memorized Devin’s ‘DON’T ENGAGE AN ANOMALY’ spiel by now. “If you see one, get out of there and call for an enforcer. If you fight it, you will die.” Cheerful stuff, right? She’d never seen an anomaly before, though she desperately wanted to. (Teleportation? Time loops? How cool was that?) Devin said there’d be a good chance she’d run into one on this sweep—but nooo, her ship just had to break down in the middle of nowhere. She’d barely managed to land it on a nearby asteroid before the engines gave out. And now she couldn’t even call for help. Friggin’ perfect. Devin was never going to let her hear the end of this. I tried to write something short, but the story seems to be longer than I thought (I was thinking something of about this length, but apparently this is just the beginning. A very, very bad and unedited beginning, but a beginning nonetheless. Will I continue it? Who knows!) The prompt I used for this was 'white noise.' -Atlas
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