<blockquote>The hovercraft had never really been in tip-top shape; no matter how many times he’d sent it in to get fixed, it still sputtered, coughed up smoke, and trailed pollution through the Mars dome. So perhaps, Fauchelevant thought in a delirious haze, this was its revenge for all the times he’d kicked it and yelled at it and wished it was a newer model. Or perhaps, as the gallant Captain Madeleine shouldered his way through the wreckage and grasped Fauchelevent by the wrist and waist, this was its way of saying you deserve something better in your life. </blockquote>
➤ three-sentence fic so the bit I quoted is the entirety of it. DON'T I WISH THERE WERE MORE THOUGH