The International Space Station was dead. From afar, the ISS outwardly looked much as I had remembered it, a long truss structure with four pairs of massive solar arrays and the stacked cluster of dull silver and off-white pressurized modules. But its attitude, its orientation, was wrong. The main truss was tangent to the limb of the Earth, but the gradient of gravity had pulled the stacked modules into a line pointing towards the surface of its planet of origin. As we approached, I saw insulation blankets that had once been pristine and white were now cracked and stained a yellowish brown. The solar panels looked drab and were pockmarked with ragged holes in various places. There were no lights in the windows.
Fixer Upper
Science Fiction
2022-05-15
21 pages
Article/Chapter (Book)
Electronic Resource
English
Online Contents | 2013
Online Contents | 2013
Online Contents | 2013