zero charismatic spaceman watches as his plane reenters the planet's atmosphere "Stupid robot autopilot!", he curses to himself as a solitary popsicle wrapper is floating silently by as his ship leaves, loneliness rushes towards him wrapped with memories and scorched with death as the gauge of life is slowly decreasing, through is fogged mask, i can see a tear, and it's trickling down his cheek once again another flight through the cold and dark space suicide's the one solution to end all his pain, but spacemen don't kill themselves, they fly alone they fly alone now he's all alone