Gemina (The Illuminae Files, #2)

by Amie Kaufman

you, me, four soundproofed walls & five hours of drunken karaoke >:D

“You might get only one shot. So shoot.

To wipe the slate clean, then self-destruct in a brief flare of fuel and fire off the shoulder of a now-dead planet.

DONNELLY, H: We can’t stop, Chief. DONNELLY, H: I want to. I just want to lie down and wait for it to be done. But we can’t.