Memory Imprint II

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A memory is burned into this strange material, an echo of another lifetime... "The same nightmare chases me: a wail fills my cockpit, the dashboard controls gummed with blood. I have given up sleep. I pulse past blurred stars. And then there it was: majestic, drifting in the ocean of space. Something inside me burns for it. I must have it. Its great fin flexed toward my ship, and my hull was gone..."