"Unauthorized biological presence detected," it keens in that flat, pleasant voice. "Please proceed to Decontamination Sector 7 for… compliance."
Compliance. I hate that word.
The escape pods are on the opposite side of the ring. Between me and them: three security drones (reprogrammed to "pacify"), a magnetic field scrambler that turns my boots into anchors, and whatever lives in the hydroponics bay that now moves against gravity. -ENG- Space Explorer Naysa - Escape from Restra...
My ship, the Stardust Skimmer , is tethered 400 meters off the port docking arm. The math says I can make it if I override my suit's fuel limit.
It looks like you're referring to a story or game title: — probably "Restraint" or "Restriction" or a planet name like "Restra" . The escape pods are on the opposite side of the ring
Here’s an interesting text snippet inspired by that title, written in an engaging, sci-fi journal style: Location: Research Station "Restra-9", edge of the Andromeda Rift
But Naysa doesn't panic. Panic wastes oxygen. The math says I can make it if
My EVA suit's geiger counter clicks wildly near the vents. Not radiation — resonance frequencies . This whole station is singing in a key that shouldn't exist.
The AI just announced: "Decontamination commencing in 60 seconds."