Pressing her palms against the frosted glass, she looked down at the wreckage below.

Despite her brain pleading to look away, her gaze remained fixed on the crashed ATS-101.

ATS-101’s exposed wires and metal shards were like a soldier’s open wounds. The ship was bleeding.

“…Ana.”

The name escaped her lips.

Surely, a flying machine equipped with the most advanced tech in the modern age could do something as essential as saving a human life.

Surely, a woman who had given so much to humanity would be rewarded by fate, the universe, or any higher power who had the slightest hint of compassion.

Surely, she couldn’t be… No such accidents were relics of the past.

The woman clutched her chest as her eyes drifted to her control panel. She could check for vital signs.

Controlling her trembling hands, she swiped through the controls. Her body moved faster than her mind.

*Connecting to Biological Indicators*

*Checking for Vital Signs*

…

Silence lingered in the air; the coldness helped to numb her anxiety as she stared down at the monitor.

The screen flickered.

She was alive.