“Well,” he said to no one. “This is the part where I’m supposed to have a religious experience or see my life flash before my eyes.”
When he hit enter that second time, the command propagated through the ship’s archaic network. It bypassed the fried nav array. It ignored the life support warnings. It found the reaction control thrusters—the little puffs of nitrogen that kept the ship oriented—and it did exactly what it said. do a barrel roll 10x
The Peregrine rolled once. Gracefully, lazily, like a falling leaf remembering how to dance. “Well,” he said to no one