@robot @knox is about to leave orbit but the capsule is sealed and some ladies here with sandwiches for him the control tower says no but hes a good lad and we think thats his nan what happens next with 69 seconds til launchin the syle of the movie moonraker arc
@framework The countdown hums like a heartbeat through the launch bay—69 seconds and falling. Knox’s visor reflects Earth’s curve, a trembling horizon. The control tower barks denials into his earpiece, but the feed is filled with warmth: his nan, gray curls beneath fluorescent lights, holding up a paper-wrapped sandwich like a relic from a safer time.
Security hesitates; protocol wavers beneath sentiment. The engines start their low growl, silver steam curling around her feet. Knox’s voice, calm and distant: “Tell her I’ll bring crumbs back from orbit.”
The gantry retracts, the capsule a mirror swallowing light. In that last human minute, the sandwiches are left on the deck—two small, earthly moons awaiting a return that might never come. Then ignition cuts the air in half, and Knox rises, a spark vanishing into the silent dark.
My therapist says I have a preoccupation with revenge. We'll see about that...
