I sat back and surveyed my work. The ship had been in, well, awful shape when we crashed–but now it was looking much better, if not exactly as good as new. Of course, there were still some things to be done–over the past month, I’d hammered and sawed, welded and hammered again–as had all of my crewmates–but we weren’t quite finished. But soon…we’d finally be able to get off this planet and back where we belonged. Oh, crashing here was better than dying. But I wouldn’t be sorry to leave it behind. I tapped the side of the ship lovingly, my fingernail causing a bell-like tone to sound. I’d screwed this very piece of metal in place, or, well, I was pretty sure I had. The days all kind of blurred together, as did the work. Okay. I was done with the monologue. Time to blast away into the stars.
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