text: The hallways of the ship lay dormant. Not a single soul was stirring or dared to do so. It had happened in mere hours, one of the alien experiments escaped and ravaged the crew with terrifying efficiency. A few crew members still live, trying to survive the creature, but it won’t be long until they meet their eventual doom as well. Suddenly, the onboard intercom crackles to and a voice is heard. “To any crew mates that are still alive, I say this with a heavy heart, but there will be no rescue. “I have already sent a distress signal warning any vessel who comes across us to never board our ship, and if possible, to blow us all to kingdom come. I am sorry to have condemned us to this fate, but we all know it is for the greater good” The voice pauses for a long while. He is audibly heard sighing before resuming what he was saying. “It was an honor to serve alongside all of you,” the voice on the intercom then pauses once more and his voice is shaky. Taking another deep breath, the man speaks once more “If there is a god out there, may he have mercy on our souls. This is Radio Master Nigel signing off, for the last time. Goodbye my friends.” As the still playing song wraps up, the click of the intercom being disconnected is heard and the ship once again falls silent. Two Radio operators sit together in their compartment, one of them having just finished his final message. A quick nod from him indicates for the two of them to begin tearing apart the communication controls to ensure that any message that is sent out reaching for help will never be sent. When the deed is done, the two radio operators look at each other and take a seat. “Now what?” one of them asks. “Now?” The younger radio operator leans back in his chair “Now we wait until both of us die,” The younger operator who asked the question nods and too leans back into their chair. “If you’d like, I can shoot you now. Spare you the trouble of starving or whatnot” offered the older radio operator. “There’s only one bullet left though, besides, I already promised that I’d die alongside you,” The second operator chuckles at the adamant nature of his colleague. But, he still very much appreciated their conviction to a promise. “Suit yourself,” “Hey Nigel?” asked the younger operator. “Yes?” “I think I’ll try this Sinatra fellow you keep buggin’ me about” A very large smile spread across the older operator’s face. He grabbed his tablet and his headphones and swung his chair next to the younger operator, pointing out his favorite song from the artist. “Trust me dude, you are going to love this guy” “That awaits to be seen,” said the younger operator as he placed the headphones upon his head. The older operator smiles once again before pressing start on the song. In the silence, the faint words of the song can be heard “Fly me to the moon...