On my very worst days, I think of nothing but how vulnerable I am out here. I’m balanced on the edge of oblivion with only a fragile skin of metal separating me from the void of space. My only choice is to carry on into nothing, until the day that The Infinity reaches a new star system and glides into orbit around a rocky planet. If the planet turns out to be hostile—if there’s scorching radiation from its two suns, or an atmosphere fierce enough to turn my lungs black—then I’ll be lost. I’d have to make the decision to keep going to the next hospitable planet, which might be many years’ extra
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Did she just describe life? As in life to all human beings? Well, I think she did.
