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Crimson Sky
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. No one will see your tears fall or roll down your face. You can’t go for a walk. Imagine not being able to run away. You will see the sun but will never experience the day.
“Who in the world came up with the lyrics to this song, and why is John forcing us all to listen to him sing it a few hours before we take off,” says Captain Andrew.
“I wrote the lyrics,” says First Officer John, “I sound good, don’t I? I think I wanna be a musician in my next life.”
Andrew gets up and heads to the back room. Before he exits, he adds, “That’s great, John, but can you spare us the doom and gloom, please? We need a song that’s more uplifting instead of depressing. Don’t you agree, Shadai?”
I nod, unable to stop myself from sweating. I rub my clammy hands against my pants. Pacing back and forth does not help. The anticipation is too much. This will be my first flight, and although I know NASA has prepared us well, my heart is trying to break through my chest.
Within the hour, John, Andrew, and I exit the crew quarters. Standing outside are many of our friends, family, and the people who helped prepare Kubernetes (K8) for the mission.
