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The end to the message.
I heard the sound of my crew gasping for air. Each breath of theirs less than the last. Each one of them slowly choking on their own expelled carbon dioxide.
I guess I didn’t really know what being truly lonely was.
My reaction to a voice in my head that was distinctly not mine was probably not what you’re expecting.
I searched for Mother and found what was left of her not far away from where I had been standing.
The smouldering drone had caught in between two overhanging branches and dangled by one motionless rotor.
The brush was dense, and it was hard work pushing through it in my exosuit.
Each step was an effort under Trappys oppressive gravity and by the time an hour had passed I was drenched in sweat.