I am the remainder.
And I am the ghost of that mistake, drifting in a year where I have not yet been born, carrying a logbook that will not be written for another four decades. -14003 parsec error
We arrived at a point in space that corresponded to a point in time that should have been impossible. Our atomic clocks, synced to the pulsar network, stuttered. They reset themselves. I am the remainder
The error wasn’t a navigation failure. It was a subtraction. The universe, for one blinding moment, performed arithmetic on our trajectory. It took our intended destination, folded it through a dimension we have no name for, and subtracted forty-five thousand light-years from the journey. Our atomic clocks, synced to the pulsar network, stuttered
The new date: 2143.08.01. 09:47.
Fourteen thousand and three parsecs. That’s over forty-five thousand light-years. That’s nearly halfway across the entire goddamn galaxy. And the number is negative because our arrival timestamp predates our departure.
The official report states a -14003 parsec error .