Outside the hull of my broken ship, the air is so cold it would turn my skin brittle as glass after a few seconds of exposure. Even the HEP suit would give out after only a few moments. The engines are out. Life support is on. The reactor has enough juice in it to power the ship idly for thousands of years. Comms are out. So I’m stuck here. Entombed in the fastest thing in the universe.
Paddy Dobson
3rd November 2022