"Dr. Will, I hope you can fix the circuitry. Once you're done, it'll be your shore leave."
Captain Miller assigned the physicist another task. Dr. Will nodded, and the argument seemed not to have stirred him in the slightest. Captain Miller wondered why Dr. Will showed no resistance at all. He even seemed glad to return to the Engine Room, far away from this bridge smeared with blood and flesh.
The remains left behind by the ship's original crew had yet to be fully cleared away.
Although Major D.J. had warned them of the biological hazards, they still had no good way to deal with the chunks of flesh clinging to the walls, nor did they have time to fuss over such details. They were like sailors stranded at sea in the old days. As captain, he had to look after everyone's state of mind and assign work to every crew member.
Whether sailing the seas or traveling through the void, it was never just the ship itself that faced challenges. The crew's mental health was equally battered. Major D.J. looked somewhat dazed, standing with his arms folded as he stared at the blood and flesh stuck to the bulkhead. First Officer Stark seemed to have something to say, yet hesitated. Dr. Peters had once again sunk into guilt. Even though she knew what she had seen was only an illusion, abandoning her disabled child on Earth, who required careful attention, still filled her with guilt.
There was no day or night in space. This realm ruled by coldness and loneliness contained only a silence so profound it could drive one mad, while the mist still lingered above the orbit. Pale starlight could barely illuminate the cold, deep-blue planet below. Anyone standing here would feel an unprecedented terror, and for