Then she saw it. A blur of motion near the clouds, streaking down towards her. Had the computer heard after all? There wasn’t a remote possibility of a survey drone dragging her out of the water, reduced weight notwithstanding. What would it do, record a video of her death for research purposes? James couldn’t help it—she started to cry. Whether the instinct came from the body or her own failures as an explorer, she would never know. Yet it felt like the right thing to do. She was going to die after only a week of subjective life. If anyone had a right to it, it was her.