Stars fill our view-port, so many they hang like swathes of Velurian fog. It hurts, now, that none will be a destination.
The starship drifts on, mortally wounded, her ills beyond our skill to cure. We spend whole days watching re-runs of the departure, in which our faces appear torn between sadness at leaving our lovely planet and relief at escaping its catastrophic collision with the giant asteroid.
Nights we can’t sleep for cursing our gross scientific incompetence. Our ship’s breakdown was a corporate failure.
What really rankles, however, is knowing that the asteroid missed Veluria by a million miles.
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