The craft reverberates through my body
as we hurtle through the atmosphere. I look to Petr, my cybernetically enhanced orangutan friend, and through the visor of his exosuit I see fear. I hold his hand in my own as we descend.
Our ship, the Rhinestone Ambassador, somehow survives the crash
. But it will not fly again. We emerge from the great heap of twisted, still-smoking metal to near-darkness. A thick, fast-moving fog flows over the landscape like a river of darkness.
Switching on my headlight, I turn to Petr, my cybernetically-enhanced orangutan friend. He signs to me with his long orangutan hands, "Where?"
I sign back to him, "No idea, old friend."