kingspikearcher

Captain Christopher Armstrong stood in the huge lobby of the Erikson Space Centre with his eyes fixed on the large digital clock above the door. Huge air scrubbers in the walls denoted the chamber's status as an entranceway, but his entire apartment would have fitted within it. Behind him, his crew waited in fidgeting silence. The thought of his old pad – which he had sold with contents included before dividing all the money between his friends and relatives – proved harder to dismiss than the thought of those loved ones. By his orders, the entire crew had said their final farewells a month ago before going into seclusion so as t