Copyright © 2009 Alexander Feinman. v1.3.7
“T-minus-30 seconds to impact. Twenty-seven. Twenty-four.”
Listening to the computer do differences made me edgy in the face of crisis; I wasn’t sure who had programmed the damn thing to count down in threes, but I made a mental note to track him down and strangle him. If I managed to survive.
“Fifteen. Twelve seconds.”
I yanked on the controls, hard; the ship leaned sharply in to the turn, but the asteroid was simply too long and I had too much speed relative to it. At best I was going to skim the surface and rip the belly of the craft open; at worst, I’d splash on the surface like a Christmas ornament dropped on pavement.