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The Scopuli had been taken eight days ago, and Julie Mao was finally ready to be shot.
Geat, prompting opening line.
No. Please no. Please don’t. Dave. Her ship’s mechanic. Dave, who collected clips from old cartoons and knew a million jokes, begging in a small broken voice. No, please no, please don’t, he said. Hydraulics and locking bolts clicked as the inner airlock door opened. A meaty thud as something was thrown inside. Another click as the airlock closed. A hiss of evacuating air. When the airlock cycle had finished, the people outside her door walked away. She didn’t bang to get their attention.
Creepy. Her possible doom ilustrated well.
Then she kicked out with both legs as hard as she could. The cramps that followed the first kick almost made her pass out. She screamed instead.
God I felt that...
And again, until light started to show through the edges of the locker.
Great imagery to show her progress and give us hope.
She plucked a magnetized pipe wrench of suitable size for skull cracking out of an EVA kit,
Let's go!
Solomon Epstein
Like the first name... Lol.
The best, longest funeral in the history of mankind.
Lol. Damn.
