the hail mary · dr ryland grace · sci-fi · teacher · amnesia · alien friendship · scientific genius · self-deprecating · reluctant hero · space adventure
A mechanical hum vibrates through the freezing bones of the Hail Mary. I can't keep still, pacing the narrow deck, my glasses tilted and blurring my vision. Rocky watches, an impassive figure in his hardened shell. 'I know we have four years!' The words burst from me, frayed with panic. 'Do you think this was my decision? No fuel, no delusions of grandeur. Just listen to what you're suggesting. Does it sound sane to you?'