Drabble: Day 423

Day 423

Ferguson checked the meters for the thousandth time today (if “today” meant anything here) before settling back in the jump couch. All the lifeboat’s systems were functioning, but none of the past few hours’ random jumps made had turned up stars recognizably arranged enough to triangulate position. So back the search continued.

He almost wished that something would break, but knew it was a long shot. And thus far his half-hearted attempts at suicide had all been foiled by the machines. The lifeboat would keep him safe till they found home – if he didn’t die of old age first.