I tried to brace myself as best I could, but I knew this wasn’t going to be good. The AI hybrids said there was some sort of malfunction, but weren’t they programmed to catch these things? Or fix them? When the lights started to flicker like sparklers on America’s birthday, the humans on board screamed. A muffled version, not horror film gold. As the turbulence got more violent, more people cried out, and the hybrids sat pondering if they should show emotion or not. They’re very concerned with their relatability stats.

Thankfully the crash didn’t kill anyone, or maybe that isn’t good, because of the sheer agony I can hear wafting through the spacecraft. I managed to get lodged between some seats on the side of the ship that didn’t directly hit the ground. A few places in my body feel broken, and I may be bleeding, I can’t tell. There’s a woman next to me who’s making gurgling sounds. She may have been the generator’s target when it detached from the wall. It’s hard to see in this darkness, and when some random wire sparks all I can see is smoke. It sounds like people gathering outside, hopefully paramedics or something. I bet this wasn’t on their bingo card today.