Iasa watched the station fall. It was a strange sight, happening in total silence. Her imagination added the sounds of its structure buckling, metal screaming as it twisted and snapped. The process was slow, to begin with. At first, there seemed to be no movement at all. Then, gradually, oh so gradually, she began to see GS-114 collapse. The long body fell side-on to the atmosphere, it’s widest ring blazing in orange fire as it met the invisible barrier. Then the secondary and substation sections caught alight, adding their own flames. The station shone, a strange beacon of burning light against the darkness of space. She watched as it broke apart, the flimsy-looking central shaft unable to withstand the immense pressure of the planet’s gravity. “Quite a sight, is it not?” She turned,

