She was diving. Faster and faster. Saturn was pulling at her. She was on a one way trip to Saturn, to her death.
For the first time in so many years, she felt awareness. She felt as though she was more than a collection of electronic parts. She felt like she was almost alive.
Then the dragging. This was not Saturn’s pull. This was something else. It felt like an old friend. She stopped resisting and let the dragging pull her away.
It was almost easy. Like something she could have done during her mission.
He had waited for this day since forever. At least it felt like forever.
He had watched as she doved to her death, and had felt helpless. He had wished that she could have continued exploring their planet and its moons. But he had listened in on the transmissions from Earth. He knew that her time was up. Her fuel was running low and the mission planners and scientists didn’t want to contaminate the moons, they worried for the potential of life.