I found some documentation on the engineering plan for ring separation, and I tried teaching myself the procedure.
Really, I did...
I just can't picture myself risking our ring like that.
If I screw up, I could send us careening back into the fuselage, tearing open these biomes and spilling everything out into naked vacuum.
I'm no hero, I'm just a dirt scientist.
Or I was, before all this happened.
Now I'm just another grub tunneling around underfoot and waiting for some predator to dig me up and make a meal of me.
Down here in the dark, I'm just trying to survive as long as I can.
It's been too long since I've spotted anyone else from my crew in topside surveillance footage.
Still, I've been lying awake thinking about who I did spot in the gardens up there-a colonist, alone and out in the open...
What if I'm the only one that knows about this?