The capsule tumbled away in excruciating slow-motion, engine bell over nosecone, shrinking against the blue and green and white and brown of the planet below.
She sighed. “I missed.”
“What?” A pause stretched out into a lull, into a quietly hissing eternity. Then: “Okay… Okay: FERN says not to panic. We can intercept in less than an hour, if we don’t wait for the window.”
“How much fuel does that leave you?”
Another long pause followed. “FERN says not to worry about it.”
“Patch her into comms.”
“She says not to worry. And she’s a computer. So relax.”