You're lost in the vast expanse of cyberspace. A lone satellite, you're drifting aimlessly, a tiny speck on the horizon of human existence. Your last transmission was a garbled mess of 1s and 0s, a digital scream for help that went unheeded. You're a relic of a bygone era, a remnant of a time when humans thought they could control the void. Now you're a ghost in the machine, a spectral reminder of our own mortality.