text: *'pressure failure, resecure seals'* *weep weep* I have a splitting headache, something is pressing hard against my head. "That. Hissing." I'm floating half conscious. My ears ring with beeping, hissing and droning speech. What is that feeling...? I convulse and scream as my skin is pulled through the ajar hip seal of my vessel. "Crap crap crap!" I pry apart the plates while contorting away, blood sprays out of the seal in a red mist and the hissing screeches to a maximum. I taste blood as I bite down, forcing the pieces together and pinching the wound until finally it clicks. My ears pop and I'm left in agony slowly spinning amongst the debris. *snort* *sobs*. "Ow, ow, oh Mother what happened here? " I unclench my eyes and take in the scrolling view before me. I glance about the reading in my vessel's interface. I thought I was lucky. But I was wrong. "Hero-sync" *bleep bleep* I wince and sharply draw breath, "read out vessel status." The harmonic voice chimes *"internal temperature at 5° Celsius, battery percentage at 58 percent, 75 of 500 liters of gas 14%.*" "Great, I'm going to die of blood loss, hypothermia, asphyxiation, and radiation poisoning." I glance about the remnants of ship hull, tools and other odds floating about. Nothing really usable here. The room starts growing darker. I grab onto a fistful of metal debris and throw it to start spinning. As the void that once was half of the room comes into view *crash* I am smashed by a boulder from the side. All of the seals on the suit give. After brief hissing the room becomes distant. "No no no!" I scream. The void of space is my new heading and faster than I'd like. I twist and pivot rapidly ignoring the searing pain as I look for something, anything. A rebar sticking out! I grab on. I start to slow. *crash* the boulder hits me again and I and the rebar slip beyond the reach of any hope of survival. "Wait wait." I start to twist and fling the rebar away. As it slides through my gaping grip, I see what has been throwing its momentum at me. My bookcase! "Haha! Yes! I may not die after all." I glance up at the shrinking ship. "I guess it's now or never" I start heaving off the lower hand chisled mahogany doors. I launch them as hard as I can away from both me and my only shelter. "It's at least not getting smaller any faster." I chuckle. *grunt* I begin throwing books. "The small ones in groups, I want to be lighter when I start doing more work" I sigh. Half the bookcase is now gone. I glance up, it feels like I've made no progress but the ship doesn't seem to changing size anymore. I breathe a sigh of relief "Phew, I don't want to lose any books now though." My reckless tossing and handling has caused the books to start skidding closer to one side. I grab one as it slips out of the group. I throw a few more books as the ship begins to grow larger again. "What happened to you Phoenix?" I look over what I can see of the missing half of the ship. The massive rounded white metal disk looks like a frisbee with the absence of a shark mouth in it. Starry space where part of my home is suppose to be. As I drift closer I see some of the internal silver chambers jammed and half-cocked outside the outer white shell of the ship. The centrifuge that spins the environment modules is completely destroyed. Looks like I'm not getting gravity when I get back. "Ha, it kind of looks like silver toy dough pushed out of a mold. Should be easy to slip in through an intermodular pressure hatch." I look down. Only a quarter of the books are left. I throw the remaining books, my hardback collection of antiques to correct my drift toward an opening. I can see most of the ship's pieces again and see the time isolation chamber I had just flown from. I mumble in awe, "if whatever it was hit a few meters over I might have been dead." I finally drift into the empty space that was part of my ship. "I could fit an old city from the moon colony days in here." I let another book out of my grip and look down. The bookcase is empty and behind me a trail of books floats beyond. I don't know how me and this bookshelf are gonna slow down. I look towards the blunt edge of the ship I am careening towards.