Conclusions (Otherwise Untitled)
#201 of Short Stories
A Synth considers and concludes.
~ The Synth could only hear what was felt amongst the frame of the ship and up through their seat. It was difficult to see much of the controls or what was left of the cockpit over the flames and glow of metal being abraded from portions of the ship. A calm checklist of thoughts trailed into the Synth's focus.
~ "There's no atmosphere in here, anymore."
~ The ship rattled and listed into what was likely a slow tumble as a wing detached.
~ "The controls are not responding. The displays are blank."
~ The tumble seemed to pick up speed and become more erratic as more pieces of the ship's exterior opted for their own re-entry paths to the planet below.
~ "I believe some of the heat plated has failed.", the Synth concluded.