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Prologue

        Empty…

        Nothing but empty space. It’s quiet in the cockpit, I’ve shut off all the warning alarms and klaxons. Just the sound of my breathing to keep it from being utterly silent. 

        It’s rather beautiful the way the universe tumbles past the cockpit like that. Stars spinning like drunken gymnasts.

        Blackness…

        Check the readouts again.

        Nothing, they’re dead too. Oh yes, they died about, what?, two hours ago, three? So hard to remember. Guess I’ll have to rely on the MK1 eyeball then. Go back to watching the universe tumble past my window.

        So hard to concentrate, air’s getting thin. The scrubbers can’t maintain this for long. Probably last me only a few more hours, assuming the wound in my side doesn’t kill me first. Bloody Shivans!

        Oh Emily, I’m so sorry. Daddy’s going to break his promise, darling. 

        My mind’s wandering again, gotta concentrate. Oh why bother, I’ll be dead in a few hours anyway.

        Hah! I know, I’ll record a last will and testament. Huh? Oh I already did that. Message to wife and daughter, did that too. God, I miss you…

        Where is it? Oh God, where’d it go? Ah found it, at least I still have their picture. Isn’t Emily pretty, going to seven soon…

        Must have dozed off there. I stare at the picture of my family. How long since I last saw them?  Must be four or five months now. Extended cruises are a bitch! And this is the most extended cruise of them all.

        Getting worried now, I can’t feel my side anymore and visions getting hazy. So god damn cold, life support must be failing now.

        I think I’ll just close my eyes and go to sleep now. Yes that’s a good idea. Just go to sleep. I’ll feel better later.

        Don’t worry Emily, daddy’s coming home, daddy’s coming h…

        Darkness…


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