Saito hesitated . . . then stopped. He stood and stared at the barely visible entrance to the station. Would they believe what he was about to tell them? Would they accept as evidence the thing he was carrying in the case at his side? A twisted thing that was now a physical and mental burden. He sighed. It didn’t really matter. He was no longer in control. None of them were in control any more. Without choice he gripped the handle of the case tighter and began shuffling towards the airlock to meet his fate.
Concept art of the day: Mars Station by Konstantin Mashkarin.