Murat

Murat
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“Another similarity: You and me both willing to die for our people. Why, question? Evolution hate death.” “It’s good for the species,” I say. “A self-sacrifice instinct makes the species as a whole more likely to continue.” “Not all Eridians willing to die for others.” I chuckle. “Not all humans either.” “You and me are good people,” Rocky says. “Yeah.” I smile. “I suppose we are.”
My lungs, now full of carbon dioxide, panic. But the adrenaline rush doesn’t give me the strength I need to escape. It just keeps me awake so I can experience death in more detail.
“Be careful,” says Rocky. “You are friend now.”
“Oh! Wow. Why did it break off?” He wiggles his carapace. “Not know. Many things break. My people make ship very hurry. No time to make sure all things work good.” Deadline-induced quality issues: a problem all over the galaxy.
“Sure. Solar particles are just hydrogen atoms emitted by the sun. Sometimes a magnetic storm on the sun can cause it to spit out a whole bunch of them. Other times it’s relatively quiet. And lately, the Astrophage infection has been robbing so much energy from the sun that magnetic storms are less common.” “Horrifying,” she said. “I know. Did you hear that global warming has been almost undone?” She nodded. “Humanity’s recklessness with our environment accidentally bought us an extra month of time by pre-heating the planet.” “We fell in poop and came out smelling like roses,” I said.