( WP ) space travelers have reached an end in space .

Eight years we have survived here, trapped in the subspace that allowed our ship to slice through the fabric of space like it was no more than endless freshly tilled soil. Eight years our solar sails allowed us to survive off of the ancient light that beamed through the fabric that borders our endless prison cell. 
 
 Entire galaxies passed by like a comet would back on earth. Our shipboard scientists spent some time on this conundrum, determining how the light entered subspace and how old it was. The best we could come up with is that we were traveling so fast, that the light was as the universe looked from our current point on the surface space. If we dropped out right now, we would be seeing distant light from before the milky ways existence. Hell, we were n't even sure if light traveled far enough ultimately for us to see the milky way as far as we have gone. 
 
 At times, galaxies burst forth in brilliant blues as we approach, to turn into red hellstorms as we depart eventually snuffing out in the distance. 
 
 And speaking of hell, we ca n't get out of subspace either. 
 
 8 Years ago, the maiden voyage of the first human FTL craft - the Fortuity. A quick one light year hop, and then back. Back before breakfast, supposedly. Whatever heading that jump took, we have maintained it. We do n't know just how fast we have been going, but we do certainly know it is many times the speed of light. To see a galaxy pass the observation in a mere few minutes. 
 
 The last few weeks have been difficult. The ship was designed to be sustainable, with onboard food generation and water a byproduct of our FTL engine. We would have been stupid to perform even a maiden voyage without a full crew compliment. But recently, things have been decaying. Occasional shifts in reality, objects being displaced. Objects appear and disappear, and a few of my crew have been exposed to extreme doses of radiation seemingly from nowhere. 
 
 Again, I roused my shipboard science crew on the problem. All I have received back are worried stares. 
 
 `` Captain Rufus...'' the elderly man approached. He was far too old to have been aboard a spaceship, but eight years ago it would have been a helluva retirement bonus. 
 
 `` Tomodil, come. I was just lost in thought, do you have anything?'' I asked, trying to be as nice as possible. No point in taking my own angers out on my crew. 
 
 `` Well, sir.'' he paused, wringing his hands. I could see he was losing his composure. 
 
 `` Take your time'' I offered. 
 
 `` Well sir, `` he started again. `` You know how space can not possibly be truly infinite.'' 
 
 I sighed. `` I suppose I do.'' 
 
 `` Yes, right. Well, you see sir, captain, we think we are approaching the. Well we think we are approaching the edge of the universe'' 
 
 A panic rose deep within me, and I was frozen in place. Tomodil mistook my moment of lost composure for anger. 
 
 `` I'm so sorry sir, we do n't know what to do. We think that the recent... disturbances are the effects of reaching the edge. Imagine, if you will, it might be easier to picture the universe as an old 32 bit basic computer system for comparison. If you were to generate a grid using your entire 4GB storage address capability you would begin to see... odd and random behaviors. We think we are approaching this... random space. The space outside which the laws of physics have traversed. God in heaven, if we could only send our findings back home. Hell, even what we know about the failure that trapped us here. The thought that the laws of physics travels at the speed of light, within the system at the speed of expansion. We should have known ever since we measured how fast gravity travels. `` 
 
 `` Tomodil, come back to me.'' I said, cutting off his manic rambling. `` You mentioned sending information back home. Could we do it?'' 
 
 `` Well, yes and no. We could absolutely send a packet back through subspace, however we have the benefit of our displacement engine. The packet itself would only travel at light speed, it could be billions of years. Hell, the universe could end before it got back to earth.'' 
 
 A wave of distorted light passed through the observation deck, a ghostly rip in spacetime. It was the third such wave in an hour. The experience had increased a hundred fold in the last day, and that only indicated to Rufus that time was running out. 
 
 `` Do you have an estimate for how much longer we have with... sustainable physics?'' 
 
 `` No sir, well, yes sir. We think we have about another day at our current estimated speed.'' 
 
 `` Which is?'' I asked, focusing on the non lethal information. 
 
 `` By our current estimate, 2 million light years per second. It could be off by orders of magnitude in either direction, but we seem to consistently pass even very large galaxies in seconds.'' 
 
 I paused to pretend to take that number in, but it meant nothing to me. I had already sunken into a deep depression, and with all chance of a communication reaching home vanquished - I succumbed to its depths. 
 
 `` I am not sure what I am more afraid of, `` I Began. `` That we experience these continued ghostly assaults, or that the laws of attraction fail. What is more humane, to be ripped apart molecularly - or to watch the lights fade?''
