Silence. That's all I ever hear out here. That, and the soft beeps and whirrs that the computer makes when it adjusts itself. I may be mad by now, but since I have no judge for that, I don't know for sure.
I have been alone now for some time. It may be months, it may be years. I have lost all track of time. I just know that it will never end. I don't know how I have survived for so long, alone, without hearing another human voice. In fact, I don't think I've actually spoken for a while. There's no one to talk to, you see. I wonder if I'll recognize it if I hear it.
Occasionally, the computer will emit a sharp squawk that tells me there's another ship in the area. This happens about once or twice in a month. Every time my heartbeat speeds up, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Maybe this time they'll see me. Maybe this time they'll be able to get me.
You see, my ship has a cloaking device. When we were attacked, and poisoned, everyone died, except me. The cloak was on. I don't know how to turn it off.
So while my ship shrieks that there is someone nearby, their ship's computers remain silent. They cannot see me. They cannot find me. I will be forever alone.