Right on schedule, the engines shut off. The 1.5 g’s I’ve been feeling all this time vanishes. Gravity is gone. I panic. No amount of mental preparation would have worked. I straight-up panic. I scream and flail around. I force myself to curl into a fetal position—it’s comforting and keeps me from hitting any controls or screens. I shiver and shake as I float around the control room. I should have strapped myself to the chair, but I didn’t think to. Dummy.
