He unstrapped, drifted to the terminal, and pulled up the command line. His fingers trembled slightly—from cold, not fear, he told himself—but the keystrokes were clean.
“Well,” he said to no one. “This is the part where I’m supposed to have a religious experience or see my life flash before my eyes.” do a barrel roll 10x
Zephyr tapped the side of his helmet. “Copy, Control. Just one thing I need to do first.” He unstrapped, drifted to the terminal, and pulled
His life did flash, actually—but not in slow motion. It came as a single snapshot: seven years old, milk on his lip, the monitor spinning. His brother’s voice. Do a barrel roll. drifted to the terminal