“Orbit is stable.”
Every five minutes, the navcom would speak in its almost natural
female voice.
“Orbit is stable.”
I didn’t have time to keep looking at it, given that I was
trying to do five people’s jobs simultaneously.
“Orbit is stable.”
So as I desperately tried to keep the power on so that all
my crewmates wouldn’t be trapped in their medipods, and fight off the asteroid
bugs still trying to get in, and keep the gravity generator from overloading…
“Orbit is stable.”
Not having to worry about yet another thing was helpful.
“Orbit is decaying.”
Until it wasn’t.
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