His systems fail. His legs collapse. James falls from the crane, blind and scared and hurdling towards finality. Jericho will be the future of his people, but the cargo hold of this great ship will be nothing more than his grave. He takes one final comfort in the fact that he will be long gone when his body crashes against unforgiving metal.
As the winter wind rushes past, James reaches out, praying to the only hope he has left.
“rA9, save us all.”