The ship was a whisper in his ear. It told him everything he could no longer see for himself, since the accident. If the corneal transplant had taken, it wouldn’t have been necessary, but with only a robot arm for a doctor…
He was disappointed that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hear problems with the engines before the ship could whisper about them into his ear. It just seemed like something he should be able to do, as a blind man; and especially as a blind man who has spent his entire life alone in deep space.
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