WAR!WAR!WAR! Fear! What is fear? It’s a red light pulsing on the roof and pressing on the walls.
<< What’s the hell going on? >> Datany asked to her-just-awakened-self.
<< 93 045 789.098 CORPSES >>
<< 93 045 788.200 >>
<< 93 045 787.112 >>
<< 93 045 786.003 >> answered the ship’s voice.
<< Wait! Wait! WAIT! You’re scaring me! It’s a countdown of corpses…>>
She went towards the front porthole, step by step. Sometimes a violent flash punched the ship’s side, provoking short quakes, but no worries…just scattered splinters of the faraway battle. The countdown – silenced – was working in background.
She pressed her hands on the transparent wall, which had a tremble. Her mind trembled, too: “…ending battle”.
When you lose a battle, you lose a lot of good engines… It was the explosion chain of starship engines that was destroying the body of soldiers, producing the odd countdown.
<< Are all dead? >>
<< Y >> that meant “yes”
<< I mean -I know your strict definitions of life…- is anybody alive out there? >>
<< DIFFICULT TO SAY >>
<< Let’s try with program Data02 >>
There was a bzzz somewhere inside the roof. Maybe it recalls the noise of a busy microprocessor to someone, anyway Datany interpreted it as mock of protest of her ship.