He never forgot that feeling. A perfect, silly, impossible little miracle inside a machine.
No rescue was coming. The nearest manned vessel was six days out. Mission Control’s last transmission had been a string of static and one clear word: “Sorry.” do a barrel roll 10x
On his wrist-mounted tablet, Zephyr pulled up a terminal window. He typed slowly, carefully, the way his brother had taught him all those years ago. He never forgot that feeling
He hit enter.