Evelyn sat on the bunk she’d slept in every night for three years and tried not to think about what was happening. She’d known from the day that got on the ship that some day it might land somewhere or hit something, but it hadn’t crossed her mind that whoever had made it might have given it a coordinate to land at. Most of the girls on the ship had noticed the way it was aiming directly at a planet, so it was all they’d been talking about, with some being absolutely terrified, absolutely sure they were all going to die, and the others being excited about something new happening.
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