#60 Going Home?

Come on home, said Control, a warm electronic hand reaching out across the miles, close and familial. I look out the viewport back across darkness I can see nothing for its long gone but that’s okay you can always go back home click your heels together it’s just now they’re 30-foot wide Atlas rockets and the transmission is breaking up suddenly the call home is a series of staccato zeroes and ones and the darkness is deeper further blacker more limitless and all I can feel is the cold and god dammit. I almost had it but it’s gone