Okay. Someone who hadn't heard of the Roci. That was good, less trying to defend the Captain's actions. "1929?" That was... ancient history to Alex. So far back that he couldn't comprehend it. By his teachings, Earth history was a far away blur, something that was only a pre-colonisation of Mars far away concept. It certainly wasn't taught in any Martian school, not to any great degree.
He was having a stroke. He must be. All that time spent at 15G, pushing the Roci as far as he could to try and keep up with Eros, and one of those little blood vessels had obviously popped. It had taken a while, but it had caught up with him, and he was hallucinating before dying. It was the only thing that made sense. Though he'd have through dying would have felt less real. "Nice try," he said with a wry smile. "But some things just ain't possible."
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He was having a stroke. He must be. All that time spent at 15G, pushing the Roci as far as he could to try and keep up with Eros, and one of those little blood vessels had obviously popped. It had taken a while, but it had caught up with him, and he was hallucinating before dying. It was the only thing that made sense. Though he'd have through dying would have felt less real. "Nice try," he said with a wry smile. "But some things just ain't possible."