In all of Space and Time

The Endeavor tumbled (or did it?) through a featureless white void. Position had no relevance in the space between universes; at any given moment we could be at any place in any time. Without navigational algorithms, we could not get a bearing. Without engines we could not stop or turn around, provided we knew where we were or where we were headed. To put it crudely, the Endeavor was screwed. We would continue to jump between galaxies and time periods until we hit a weak point in the universe, some of which could theoretically be fragile enough to break through without assistance…however, the chances of that happening were a billion to one. And even then, even if we were lucky enough to hit one, the chances were decent that we would end up inside a star or equally massive object. Mathematically, we were doomed to drift in this featureless infinity for the remainder of our lives. Only luck could save us now.

            Gehr had pulled open an access panel, and Lieutenant Sawyer was handing him various tools. Gehr sparked an acetylene torch, and we covered our eyes as sparks flew. Smoking metal paneling hit the floor with a clang, and with a grunt, he pulled a loop of thick cabling from the hole. “I found the problem”, he said, indicating a crack in the rubber housing. “It must have ruptured during takeoff, letting the coolant escape. Whenever the ship got jostled, it would open up a little more. That last big bump must have let enough coolant escape for the wires to fuse together from the heat”, he explained, and walked over to a storage bin. “Fortunately for us” he said as he opened the cabinet, “We packed extra”.

            A quick twist and a pull disengaged the ruined cable. As instructed by Gehr, Lieutenant Sawyer tripped the main breaker, and the new cable was promptly hooked up with little difficulty. There was a hissing sound as the cable was filled with coolant, and the breaker automatically turned itself back on. Almost instantly, the muffled whine of the turbines could be heard again, and the computer systems sprang back into life, caught mid-calculation from the previous loss of power. Even with the power back on, however, there were still risks involved. Having lost its bearing, the ship would need to calculate a random jump in order to get back to real space. From there the computational engine could have a starting point to work from and could easily recalculate the original jump, but as a safety protocol, all controls were locked down during jump calculation. This meant we would have no control over the ship when it reentered space, creating a decent chance of being sucked into a star or being pulverized in an asteroid field. And so as the computers silently completed their calculation, we crossed our fingers and hoped for the best. Luck, by that point, was all that we had left.

The End

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