V / Vorian / A Deflagration of Wings
Ice sits on the launch pad, coating surfaces and dials The joints of the solid fuel boosters frozen open and wide Rubber seals, normally pliant, rendered rigid by the cold Very high risk of failure which engineers foretold
"It's only a space truck" quipped the voice of the bureaucrat Under the shadow of profitability, nobody could say no "take off your engineering hat and put on your management hat" Under blistering cold and bad weather, the launch was a "go"
Crew compartment tumbles up 20 kilometers high Free-falling towards the sea at 333 clicks an hour, death is nigh Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |