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Somewhere Deep In Space | 22 Days After The Blip
A man held a small metal chip in his hand before flicking it across the table. The woman across from him quickly held up her fist as the metal fell against the floor.
"You don't need to do that," The man told her, "Because uh, you're just holding the position."
The woman grunted as she picked up the metal and held it against the table before flicking it towards him.
The metal landed a few inches away from his hands, "That was close."
She grabbed the metal piece once more before trying again. This time, the metal landed in between his hands.
"That's a goal. We are now one apiece."
The woman held her hands against the table, "I would like to try again."
The metal went back and forth between them until it landed once more between his hands, "We're tied up. Feel the tension? It's fun," He told her before flicking the metal back at her.
The metal landed across the table, "That was terrible. Now you have a chance to win."
The woman grabbed the metal before flicking it. It landed between his hands.
"And you've won. Congratulations," He told her as he held out his hand, "Fair game."
The woman slowly grabbed his hand before shaking it.
"You have fun?" He asked.
"It was fun."
Two Hours Later
The man held his helmet in his right hand as his left pressed a small button inside it. The metal clicked before the sounds of whirring appeared.
"This thing on?" He asked no one in particular as the helmet beeped.
"Hey, Miss. Potts. Pep," He sighed deeply as he leaned against the cool metal wall behind him, "If you find this recording, don't post it on social media. It's gonna be a real tearjerker. I don't know if you're ever gonna see these. I don't even know if you're still... Oh, God, I hope so."
He paused as he leaned his head against the wall, "Today's day 21? No, uh, 22. You know if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I'd say I'm feeling a little better today. Infections run its course thanks to the Blue Meanie back there. Oh, you'd love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. Kinda like Mia."
"So the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge and bought ourselves about 48 hours of flight time. Uh, but it's now dead in the water. Thousand light years away from the nearest 7-Eleven. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that'll be it."
