text: All of my team said when we heard the announcement that our team was going to get the final bit of funding for our prototype hyperspace ship. The day I had always dreamed about was so close. The problem was my team and I had already built the ship but we just needed fuel which we couldn't have afforded with our budget that NASA had given us which luckily after our fourteenth appeal to NASA for a bigger budget they reluctantly approved. After a small party with my team the question came up, who would co-pilot the ship. I was the main builder of the ship and also took astronaut lessons, so I would be the main pilot. None of the team had experience of piloting a ship so after looking through countless candidates only one person took my eye Oliva Airhart, a P.H.D at Harvard University for Engineering and she has three years of professional experience in a jet aircraft there's no one better for the job of a co pilot then her. A few days after accepting Airharts candidate letter, my team and I finally met with Airhart. We throw welcoming party for Airhart so that we can get to know her better. After the party I went and found Airhart off to the side and I asked “why did you apply to be my co pilot we made it clear that this isn't the safest project, and with your talent you could be on a” Airhart cut me off “what's the point of working on some boring jet craft when what you guys are doing is so much more than what I could do working with anyone else” standing there with a stupid smile on my face Airhart stood there confused “what's with the grin on your face?” after what she said I turned away to hide my smile. I said “Glad to be working with someone who shares my views” I left shortly after saying that. Some time after a few weeks getting Airhart up to speed with the whole project and how to pilot the hyperspace drive we were ready to go. About to launch and my heart is pounding, my fingers are numb and to be honest I can't feel my face. The first time humanity is ever going to hyperspace. The computer starts counting down, One minutes remaining...Forty seconds remaining...Thirty seconds remaining...Tw- Airhart cuts in on the radio “Somethings wrong, turn it off!” in a panicked tone. I looked at the computer blinking red. Somehow there was a hole in the center of the spaceship quicking trying to not freak out. I go to turn the rocket off then as if a whip snapped the noise away, nothing , no noise besides the ringing in my ear. I had made it into hyperspace...alone. Looking at the computer frozen all I could see was the message displayed by the computer. Damage to the lower half of the ship second pilot M.I.A. It all happened way too fast for me to think. Luckily the computer was already trying to get me out of here. It tried to get a report of anything and everything. What it read out to me was the following “unable to use radio, fuel was at 1/10 still draining, Estimated time for rescue UNKNOWN, main pilots brain waves unstable.” Once I heard that report read back to me after what seemed like days I snapped. I opened my drawer behind my chair and got out my grandfather's old pistol and pressed it to my skull. I chuckled to myself. My grandfather said that this is the luckiest gun he ever had and how it got him out of everything. Chuckling to myself for the irony of me using it now.I slowly loaded the mag of the gun I thought wouldn’t help me but brought it because I loved the stories that gun told. Accepting my fate I closed my eyes and right when I’m about to pull the trigger I hear Airharts voice “Coward I wish I would have lived and you take surviving for granted” I looked around ready to see my friend but what I wasn't expecting was to see a face covered like I was trying remembering a face in a dream. Then all of a sudden all of my team started to appear faces covered in that same fog. I couldn't describe, slowly one after the other they one repeated “Airhart wanted to live more” The computer was screaming at me “UNUSUAL BRAIN ACTIVITY CALM DOWN”. I screamed at the top of my lungs to these ghosts “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO”. Snapping, I pulled the trigger, the pistol clicked, And the spirits disappeared. Unfortunately after an hour of silence they came back. My pistol won't fire because the bullets my grandfather gave me were fake, that damn old man. Now I have the same nightmare about the death of Airhart in my head. I record one last message with that pistol in my hand praying it helps me too “Even though this ship has no signal and almost out of power I hope this message reaches out to someone, anyone I AM LIVE COME HELP ME” with that I tell the computer to loop that message and keep sending it out. With that recorded and looped i’ll spend the rest of my days pulling the trigger of my gun and listening to the illusions teammates call me a coward till death or someone saves me.