Bob's teeth met each other in a way that no teeth should have.
His vision wasn't working as it should.
When the capsule fell off the side of the waterfall he knew that the impact was going to be uncomfortable. But even then ...
The acelogel only did so much to protect his body from the impact. The sea of methane was as unforgiving as it was turbulent. As his neural implants worked to bring his nervous system back to a level state his mind raced to make sense of it all. Only minutes before he had been overhead, gliding over the landscape he was now tumbling over.
When his cockpit had begun flashing red he only had seconds to react. His batteries and anti grav, overloaded, created a cascading set of failures.
It wasn't ever supposed to happen. Anti grav was ... in all respects stable and predicable. He had never heard of such an event happening.
Far overheat his Punch drive ship's AI was trying to communicate with him. Diagnostics said that the quantum particle in his neck was working properly. His body hadn't recieved any damage beyond mild soft tissue damage and chipped teeth. He felt alone.
He couldn't remember a time that he didn't have Lightstorm with him. Paired at birth like the rest of the Empire's children the AI had grown with Mack. He wondered if Mack too was experiencing the fear that he himself now felt.
If the failire of his glider was unthinkable, then for a quantum link to break was more so. A "nearby" supernova had once taken a colony off the grid for a period of minutes as the space time had rippled. If that had happened then it shouldn't have effected his craft. Reviewing the stored flight logs in his cerebrx memory he replayed the incident.
His cerebral computer made contact with the spheres external sensors.
- July 20 2021
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