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He pulled up the N.S.P. file on his wristpad. His thumb hovered over EXECUTE . It would be clean. They’d never know they were dying. They’d never feel the cold or the suffocation. They’d drift off into a dream of turnips and hearth-rain, and that would be the end.

Captain Toad kept a log every night. Not for command. For himself.

And that was enough.

But he built one, right there in the dark.

The N.S.P. stood for .

No distress call. No final log.

At hour eleven, Magenta fell asleep with her head on Captain Toad’s knee. captain toad nsp

She shook her head.