The days passed by as if they were a dream, hundreds of prototypes had been made and remade.
Looking at the model before me I thought that I had finally got it right, the fuel pump, the air compressor, the thrust, it was all done.
The only thing left to do was test it, to find out how far it could take us, if this was a viable way of space travel or if it would ultimately end in a failure.
I turned my head away, my feet carrying me to the matter generator where the final prototype would be made. If this worked then I would be saying goodbye to the dock that I had come to call home over these past few months.
It had taken me no time at all to reach the matter generator but in my head it felt like hours, like days, where my mind had gone back to reminiscing about all the failures, all the shouts of frustration and success. About the joy that I had felt researching this.
