Vulcan horror story where a ship is trapped in space, too far from where it came from to go back and with nowhere in the interim to stop. The environmental controls have broken and the ship is freezing, slowly, but fast enough. Having to keep sending out distress signal after distress signal. Is anyone hearing it? If they do, will they reach you in time? The signal is becoming more and more unintelligible - the message garbled by fingers freezing stiff and the room where the cold is emanating from has quickly become a death sentence the enter - littered with corpses decorating the space like grim statues. They have to go faster if they're going to make it. The cold is spreading, decimating the ship's systems. The replicator won't make soup or tea. Yesterday it only spit out ice like a dying breath and now it does nothing but buzz. Most of the people still alive have sequestered themselves. Some together though some have given in to their own fear of death and run into the bowels of the ship in a fit of paranoia, never to be seen again. Some of those who still have control over themselves aren't seen again either and there's blood on the frost-covered walls. There's heat to be found in a body freshly killed. "Don't fall asleep" is as useless as your fingers. Your skin has stuck together and it feels as if your bones have fused and you try to send another S.O.S with your fist slamming against the delicate machinery of your console and it hurts. The number of people in the room thins and the ship gets quieter. And quieter. And quieter.
You tell the ship to respond.
Respond.
Respond.
