"If you're listening to this, I told the Last Lie. Please don't cry. You are all my family and you rescued me from a fate worse than whatever it is I faced before the end. Instead, remember me with joy, and tell people about me. So that, through you, I can keep living." -- Anon Guest
The eyescreen portion of his livesuit helmet told him his survival chances had dropped to a fraction of a percent. It also told him that the rest had got away safely. The black box would be telling any ship in the area where he was. Or rather, by the time they came looking, where his body was.
Breathable air estimate at twenty minutes, according to the specs.
"I lived way longer than I would have before you found me. For that, I'm grateful. You gave me days better than my entire life before. Thank you. This is fair payment. Live good. Tell stories about me. Keep my name alive."
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