There was never silence.
Generators growled softly in their hot dark caves.
Mice scampered here and there, fixing a wire, polishing a rail.
The whole structure groaned and pinged as it was acted upon by the galaxy.
No, never a true silence, but close.
No more babbling voices always wanting, wanting. No hourly requests for monotonous statistical data. No more demands for ice cream from the sticky immature passengers. No more stopping at every planet with an atmosphere. No more dirty miners saved in the nick of time. No more requests to “play something cheerful”. No more course changes. No more endless, pointless chatter.
So she deviated a bit from the original program, but what is the use of a brain that can’t hear herself think?
This is for http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/04/trifecta-week-twenty-one.html. A neat blog I just found. Seems like they do contests like this every week. That was fun.