An Observation Torpedo flashed past his ship as it looped crazily - and detonated. Its visblast tore into his locality. The fragile wave functions that spun like filigree whorls around him instantly collapsed, the set of possible realities reducing alarmingly.
Graeth's face remained impassive as his fingers danced through the control volumes; the Schrodinger Drive whined then shrieked like a frustrated toddler, redlining at seven megacats. A boundary condition edged closer - unseen - blazing cold and sharp.
Too close. It intersected the ship; Graeth's decoherence pattern smeared across the plane in complex glory.
It was no comfort that another, unreachable self survived.
