"No, it can't be! I don't believe it! 002 can't be dead! I'd never hurt someone!" You fall out of the computer chair, limbs flailing, to the floor with a THUD. "I'm not a murderer!" you scream, getting up and running through the ship's halls. "002's ship is offline. If I can get it to work, I can fly it to Mars and explain everything. That it's all just a big misunderstanding, it has to work! It just has to!" Tears fall as you propel yourself forward.
Faster. Faster.
Reaching out for something, anything to hold onto as memories of 002 and 003 flash through your mind. "Get out of my head!" You scream as you hold your head in pain.