It doesn't matter now I suppose. Now that the air lock is broken. Now that the oxygen is running out. Now that we are putting on our spacesuits to give us a few extra hours grace for the rescue shuttle to turn up.
I can't believe we lost so much cargo. God. Look at me still talking in euphemisms. Cargo.
I can't believe we lost so many people.
There are only six of us left now. Six from seventeen thousand. Even we only have a day at most.
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I'm still pretty sure it should be whom though.
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