Nothing happens.

You can hear a whirring throughout the inside of the cylinder. It’s growing louder.

You hit the red button again.

Nothing.

You look out the port hole. No one’s noticed. “Metz, Metz, I’ve got a faulty abort switch,” you say through your comms but there’s no reply. “Metz! Abort, abort!”

The whirring has become deafening now.

You can’t hear a thing.

You to get out. More than anything you want to get out.

You hammer at the walls.

You reach up to rip your hood off but you arms are heavy.

Your vision goes dark.

And your thoughts evaporate.

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