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One of the most tragic and memorable stories that happened at the launch site was the story of Admiral Priscilla Ivanova. She served in the 15th Space Fleet named after the Worm-Emperor in the epsilon 11A-0-37 combat zone. Such zones were located all over the galaxy, and there was talk that they wanted to give an entire spiral arm for such events.
Those who wanted to shoot and blow things up enrolled in military academies under the patronage of various corporations. In addition to quenching the thirst for bloodshed (although, in fact, only the equipment suffered), the immortals who took part in the war staged a real show for the rest of the galaxy. The stakes were real, the corporation that won the local conflict gained trade control over the peaceful sector. And for those who chose the winning side of the conflict, it was a real chance to enrich themselves and become famous. Sociologists often attributed the fascination with war to the second peak of interest in life among the immortals, followed by the "endless night". The darkest of the depressions of eternity in a three-dimensional body.
At the second peak, Ivanova came to the war, having lived for 800 years, she again felt a taste for life and enrolled in a guards corps of the Status3 corporation, engaged in the extraction of void energy.
Having distinguished herself during the storming of the portal at the arms of Scipia, she was quickly noticed by her superiors and promoted until she was appointed commander of the Undaunted3003. Later, under her command, the fleet was awarded the name of the Worm-Emperor. The tradition of those years was to name the fleets by the names of characters from famous science fiction books of the past.
It was then that a misfortune happened that changed the admiral's fate forever. During the frontal attack of the fighter on the bridge of the Undaunted3003, she was thrown into outer space. The spacesuit protected Ivanova from instant cooling, but the position sensor was damaged and Priscila could not be found after the battle.
For several months she tried to contact the corporation, but in vain. The tidal forces of the gas giant carried her further and further to the edge of the planetary system. After 200 years she was still alive because of her imprint, and was thrown out to the local likeness of the Oort cloud. During this time, many changes took place in Admiral Ivanova's mind. She was thrown from horror and fear into infinite happiness and unity with eternity. Consciousness lived life after life, woven from the memories of Priscilla, but sooner or later it returned to the spacesuit and the emptiness around. Then the admiral again fell into horror and began to scream and call for help, tried to tear off her self-repairing spacesuit, but eventually calmed down and the cycle began again.
So, her body hung out alone for about 13.5 thousand Earth years among the icy protoplanets, where she was discovered by the first contact probe.
The admiral was taken to the nearest mental regeneration station and kept there for 20 years. Over time, we managed to get the first signs of clear communication. After another 3 years, Ivanova came to her senses and asked only for one thing, that she be sent to the black hole launcher where immortals could finally die.
That's how I met her. I will say that she made an impression. And I've seen different people on the launcher, believe me, but there was something special about it. Her attitude to the surrounding reality bore the imprint of such an ancient and deep horror that I was once again afraid to look at the admiral, just not to pick up her mood. And believe me, it was quite real. So real that it seemed you could touch it.
And what a sad joke at her launch a failure occurred. Either Rob messed up with the belts, or the equipment failed, which is not surprising in general, because with our statistics 1 in a million is already a serious error. But we shot Admiral Ivanova so badly that she got into the orbit of the Baby - our black hole, where she now rotates. And we can't take her off from there, because we don't have a single Angel here. And when it will be brought to us, it is not clear, they have been promising that for the last 400 years.
I often dream of her gaze, and wake up in a cold sweat, get up, go to the window, and watch as the Baby pulls the material to itself. While I am trying to catch a look at the body of this unfortunate woman.
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