Shipyard overseer, "Mr. President, welcome to the launching ceremony! We've just finished rolling our twin habitats out of the factories and we'll begin the launch immediately. Sir, I'd just like to thank you for all of the opportunities you've given us and for allowing us the honor to take part in the history of our nation's expansion into the vast reaches of space. Mr. President, I salute yo-
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
"Oh gods! The first station's Photonic Drive has imploded, taking a large chunk of th-"
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!*
"Th- The station is tilting! Its... Its... Oh bloody fuck, the stations tilting towards the industrial sector! It'll wipe out our nation's industrial capability if it crashes! We need t-"
KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH...
Man on intercom: "Sir, the second station has exploded as well, it appears there was a leak in the fuel storage and it is no2 spraying hundreds of millions of litres of highly-volatile, flammable fuel all over..."
Overseer, "M.. Mr. President... The infamous Titanic, fully loaded with passengers and cargo, weighed only 46,328 tons... Each of these stations weigh approximately 22 million tons, sir. Upscale by density and volume, Sir, and well... If we can't keep these stations from crashing, quite frankly sir, we're all doomed. They'll virtually annihilate all traces of our very existence in the vast sea of rubble that will cover what was once our nation's capitol..."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! CRASH! CLANG! CHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH
"It has been a pleasure working with you, sir. May the gods have mercy on us all, for today we have surely attempted to become greater than even they are. Goodbye."
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WTFPWND by falling station from sub-orbital trajectory.
FAKEEDIT: holy sheet, 16 posts!