New Frontier

You feel the blood rushing to your head and see your surroundings start to darken. Refusing to loose control and let yourself pass out, you squeeze the steering handles until your knuckles turn white and start doing the exercises that were taught to you for this very moment, but it’s not enough. The darkness eventually consumes your surroundings and you’re thrown into the murky darkness behind your eyelids. Your now slack arms drift to the left and move the steering handles with them. The rocket turns, a wide, graceful ark that ends up pointing the nose towards the earth. The earth’s gravity, although meager at this altitude, starts to pull the rocket down, towards the place that the rocket, and you inside, were created, the same place that it will be destroyed. From burning up in the earth’s atmosphere, or smashing into the ground, we’ll never know, because that’s where all forms of communication with the rocket cut out.