“Manual override, Sigma-Tango-9,” Elena whispered, her throat raw from recycled air.
The loading bar on Elena’s retinal display crawled past 94%. Her hand, slick with station coolant, hovered over the emergency release of her cryo-pod. surge 9 login
Corrupted. The word tasted like ash. The ship had forgotten the six crew members who had already died. It had forgotten the mutiny on Cycle 4, when First Officer Rhami had tried to take the shuttle and leave her behind. It had forgotten that Elena was the only reason the reactor hadn't gone supernova. ” Elena whispered