At first it was a small thing, a discrepancy, a set of coordinates not logged in the main computer. Someone had taken this ship somewhere, and they hadn’t wanted their bosses to know. It could have been anything really. But then I saw it again, buried in some circuitry down long halls in the depths of a cargo hauler, the same coordinates. I checked the star maps and found nothing there.

Sometimes life gets choked up and slows to a crawl. Sometimes it runs free over a smooth bed, and sometimes a single hour matters more than days or weeks. This is a short interactive piece called Run. You can play it here on itch.io