You hurl yourself over the railings and into the vast emptiness of the starship hangar. Your stomach lurches and the air whistles past tearing at your clothes as the distant hangar floor hurtles closer.

A station security drone appears and matches your descent velocity. As it speaks, you realise it's cold, metallic voice will be the last you ever hear.

"CAPSULEER, YOUR RIGHT TO SUICIDE HAS BEEN RECOGNISED AND THE COST OF THE CLEAN-UP WILL BE DEDUCTED FROM YOUR WALLET BALANCE. THIS FACILITY HEREBY CLAIMS ALL SALVAGE RIGHTS TO ANY RECOVERABLE TISSUES AND ORGANS AFTER IMPACT. PLEASE STATE IF YOU DO NOT AG..."

---SPLAT---