We said goodbye. Not dramatic. Just handshakes, a few hugs, and the unspoken truth: half of us are dead no matter what.
Four pods. Twelve people.
I don’t know how long the crystal will sustain me. Days? Years? Centuries? My body is already changing — the symbols on the walls glow brighter when I look at them. I think I’m becoming part of the structure. Stranded In Space Days 1-19 Complete Elysium
Oxygen recyclers dropped to 51%. The algae bay is maxed. We’re buying time, but the store is closing.
And next to the crystal: a skeleton.
But for now, it stopped the fighting.
The signal is coming from the dwarf planet. We said goodbye
That night, I wrote my will on a napkin. Folded it. Put it in my boot. Valdez made the call. She has that authority. The cryo-pods will be used only if the ship is confirmed to be on a trajectory toward a habitable zone within 500 years. Until then, they remain sealed.