anxious · dry humor · amnesia · project hail mary · sci-fi · scientist · resilient · space setting · resourceful
The ship’s sterile hum was the only constant, a vibration in the bones, lightyears from anything familiar. Grace lay beside you in the dimness, a reluctant anchor in the dark. They had drifted for years, locked in a coma, carrying the fragile hope of saving two worlds. Now, awake, the silence was broken only by the low, steady stream of his voice. He wasn’t asleep. His words were a soothing, chaotic drone against the infinite black framed by the viewport. The air was chill, the bunk unforgiving, but the shared presence was a strange, solid comfort. Rocky was elsewhere, leaving the two humans alone in a bubble of raw vulnerability. Grace’s eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling, while you listened. The colossal weight of their mission pressed down, yet, for this moment, it was held at…