I call the ship. "Mom, what are these?" "Winterblues, dear. Infectious for hours before the host dies." I poke my finger in front of the lens. "I touched one. It went through my glove." Something sad crosses her face. "So I see. You can't come back of course; you'd kill everyone on board. Let me put your father on. Honey, she's got the Winterblues." He looks at me with a sad face and cold eyes. "You understand why I can't let you back on the ship, don't you, kiddo? Greater good, right?"
I start to open the seals on my helmet. "Yes, sir, greater good." 
at 1670402877000
- lonelyscribe, petegutz2 and Fionacatherine like this
