I can't control it, the shuttle. Spiraling out into space against my will. I mash at the controls but they do not respond except to blink at me in mocking laughter. The warm lighting no longer so comforting, but unsettling.
I feel a strange calm set in as I realize my fate; Drifting in space, freezing to death due to a simple technical error. I am resigned to my fate. I knew the risks, and it isn't as if I have any family to mourn me. I have always been alone, and now it seems that I will die alone as well.
A pity.