Excerpt
Empty Air
Chapter I: All Blue "'Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.' One of my more 'contemplative' colleges said that to me years ago over dinner while I was still in the academy. I thought nothing of it at the time. It would only be after my first tour that I started to see where she was coming from. It is true, of course; from a physics standpoint, soundwaves can't carry in a vacuum. But when you're face-to-face with a lifeless body floating in the great unknown—breathing empty air—you don't need sound to hear the screams."
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