1800 Light-years, 48 jumps with only me and the quiet hum of the FrameShift Drive to keep me company.
Everything seems so far away now and I know I’m not even a tenth of the distance to the far edge of the Galaxy, let alone the farthest anyone else has been out. No, I’m practically down the road picking up milk.
And yet, pad 37 is a welcome respite from the short journey.