Code 006-4A Story by Chris T.A very short story, easy, should be fun to read. Maybe.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Code 006-4. The thrusters exploding into a glorious orange ball ,enveloped in thick black smoke, was the first sign we were in trouble.
The indescribable silence of space was infested by the obnoxious wailing of our monitors, pervading the eerie beauty we had come to appreciate over our long careers.
I ask,” Do you mind?” to which my co-pilot replies with a shake of the head. Reaching under the control panel, I grab a handful of hair-like fibers and pull. The incessant mechanical figure scrutinizing our every move grows quiet, either because it accepted our fate, or because of my destruction of its AI Procedural Processor. The ship’s AI seeks revenge with its dying breath, trailing off with,” Life Support Systems failing…” She was always a cynic. My co-pilot taps my arm, drawing my attention to the grid laid out in his lap,” I think I got it.” I lift the puzzle from his lap, reviewing his work for any errors. Perhaps when the salvaging crew stumbles upon our ship, they will discover his Sudoku, his last gift to humanity, and it would be a shame if there were any incorrect answers. I say,” It’s good, yeah,” and the lights flicker and die in the cabin. We bath in the thick darkness of deep space, growing colder by the second. He reaches out for the puzzle and tucks it into his jacket pocket for safe-keeping. I shiver, the layers of thermal clothing succumbing to the cold as my skin bunches up in an attempt to fight back. The AI which guarded us for many years, treated us like her children, has fallen quiet, the occasional hum of her sound output device drifting throughout the ship is her last remaining sound. My co-pilot says,” That happened so fast.”
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