B'eight takes one last look at the body of the person lying in the middle of the pod bay. Wondering if they have a family, Musing at their name. "Better them than me I suppose" B'eight thinks morosely. A distant explosion serves as a reminder that there is still immanent danger. B'eight crosses the room to escape pod 10 and gets inside. The door closes slowly and B'eight settles into the chair, securing the safety restraints. Reaching out B'eight presses the only button on the console, A large red circular one with the word "LAUNCH" printed upon it. The pod shoots out from the ship and instantly B'eight knows something is wrong.
From the tiny window it is clear that rather than heading away from the ship, this pod is flying across the surface of The Tomorrow. Heading toward the bottom of the vessel. Heading toward the source of most of the explosions. Just as B'eight thinks the pod is about to clear the ship there is a large explosion.
The burst sends shrapnel and flames out into space, as the fires instantly burn out the shockwave carries pieces of metal out into the emptiness of the cosmos. All except for one piece of steel. A crossbeam that broke at a sharp angel, and was cast in the perfect trajectory to collide with the pod. B'eight watches in helpless horror as it careens toward the pod and the pod flies toward it. Due to the sheer scale of the environment out the window it appears to move at an agonizingly slow pace and B'eight thinks "Perhapse it will miss me completely."
Before the thought even finishes the metal beam slides through the pod smoothly as a hot knife into frozen butter. It effortlessly enters the hull and barley notices B'eight's body as it passes through. The metal made javelin then stops partially sticking out the other side. The pod now resembles an olive, spinning in the vast and endless martini of space.
B'eight has no chance to appreciate this analogy however, as life has long since been extinguished.
- The End
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