A routine mission,
Sent to rescue the crew from a malfunctioning security brainframe.
Lasers positioned,
and set to fire at will.
Demolishing any organism brave enough to budge.
Communication
Sent thru the radio waves,
Confirming lives were spared but buried under lazered remains.
I'm navigating
My way deep into the brain
Of this shitty space station fucking mistake.
I heard them screaming..
We've been here too long.
Where is our ride home?
Will space consume us?
Is this a final sign off?
My motivation,
Came in the form of a babe,
With a pixie haircut and engineering degree.
Sheer concentration,
I'm tossing plasma grenades
As I pulled Sarah from a pile of lazered remains.
Cries from the captain,
He said screaming we should just go
And leave at the station all alone.
The pressure chamber
Is ready to burst.
So we take my solar surfboard back to Earth.
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