The engineer worked with a tiny flashlight between her teeth. Oxygen deprivation turned her eyelids heavy. She’d die, and take the whole generation ship with her.
Her eyes blinked closed, but she jolted awake when the wires burned her fingers, accidentally fused two ends of the glowing blue wire. She hurriedly freed it from the power relay, hope welling inside of her.
Desperately reckless, she bypassed the anti-grav panel and completed the circuit.
The overhead lights flickered.
She waited, anticipating the crash into dead blackness. The milliseconds ticked into seconds, and the ship’s power ticked on.
Crisis averted. For now.