“Impact in 32 seconds,” ship’s voice simulation, calm as a daisy.
The ship would not respond to any command.
“Impact in 29 seconds.”
Some prayed. Some stared at their consoles, dumbfounded.
Jones wasn’t frantic, she engaged all thrusters again, and dampers to zero, drag to maximum.
“It’s working Jones!”
“Yeah, with 12 seconds to spare,” calm as a daisy.
Voice simulation played “Heart-beat” clip, twice.
The ship skidded against the atmosphere, bounced back into space.
“That’s going to leave a skid-mark, Jones.”
“Adds a little character to the ship, don’t you think.”