"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."
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 ...
As the air began to hiss out of the bridge, Elias looked at the screen one last time. The crow in the helmet nodded. The file hadn't been sent from the past. It had been waiting in the vacuum, a dormant piece of "corvid-tech" designed to harvest whatever crossed its path. "It shouldn't be here," Elias muttered
"Found a ghost in the machine?" Captain Vane asked, leaning over Elias’s shoulder. "It shouldn't be here
"Sequence initiated," a synthesized voice crackled through the speakers. "The murder is gathered."