A bit of space dust hit the ship.
I sounded an alarm and set micromechanicals to patch the hole.
It feels weird not breathing. I wasn’t told that. It’d been twenty-two years and I still felt like the moment right after I go under the water.
My non-existent lungs told me I was fine.
My heart should have raced when we were hit. It didn’t. Not a heart. Just synapses.
All I ever wanted was to be a hero. The feel of justified adrenaline running through me. But so much of emotion is meat. I just don’t feel it anymore.