SF Drabble #365 “One”

One is alone between the stars. One’s vessel, all the ship one could afford, has ceased to function as designed. One is unexpectedly stranded.

One therefore requires assistance from any able and friendly nearby party. One can offer substantial reward.

One breathes a methane/ammonia mixture; one has approximately six jolon of atmosphere remaining before one loses consciousness. One requires rescue before that time.

One’s ship will self-destruct after one’s death. Salvage will not be possible. One wishes to swim in the seas of home again. Please respond on this wavelength with haste. Please send assistance or one will perish. Repeat.

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