Whovever decided that the proper way to execute someone in space was to put them out into the void in a pressure suit was a saint. It absolved executioners of guilt. It provided chance of rescue. Though I have never known a capatian to pick up black beacons.

And yet…

Tags: mini saga, Science fiction

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