I was captured on the third day. Taylor and Wong were sucked out into space, but I was strapped in and wearing my space suit so I lived. With no power, no way to run, I just sat there in the pilot’s chair of my drifting gunboat, while the battle raged all around. Occasionally there would be a bright flash, and I would know someone had been even less lucky.
After many hours, the enemy reeled me in with a grappling hook. They keep us on the moon: I can see Earth from my cell. I wonder what’s happening there.
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