[ TT ] Your ship 's dead in space , nothing working but life support . You 've still got momentum from when the engines worked , and with no way to `` steer '' , you 're months away from crashing into the very planet you were supposed to colonize . No one can reach you in time to help . How do you tell your crew ?

You do n't. 
 
 `` Good morning, this is your captain speaking. We're on a slow and steady descent to about 350 km/s. You can expect landfall within the next 24 hours. Again, thank you all for making this journey on behalf of the Motherland. Please enjoy your time on the ship while you still can.'' Arthur pulled his finger off the comm button. On his desk stood a few empty shot glasses and a broken vodka bottle. 
 
 You never tell your civilian crew they're about to die. That's one of the first things they teach you in pilot academy. It's sickening but this is space. Nobody can come to your aid on the frontier so there's only two ways this can go down: 
 
 Tell the crew and have them break out in panic. Either a small group assumes control and the rest are hacked to pieces, maybe eaten, or, impose martial law and keep the ship under control. Then everyone dies, scared and slightly deranged. 
 
 Or do n't tell the crew and crash into the planet. That's a quick and painless death. These people deserve at least that after all the shit they've gone through. 
 
 Holding a secret like this would drive most people insane but Arthur had a trick. He stumbled to the closet and pulled out another bottle of vodka.
