Systems checked, time to go, launch the pod. To travel the atmosphere...
Science is god. We deny the limits of this celestial body.
A cascade of warnings, systems in excess of acceptable tolerances.
Imminent catastrophic failure. Fate sealed for this cursed capsule.
My last moments...
No way to turn back now. The fuel ceaselessly burns.
New trajectory will not establish orbit.
Defeated by gravity, falling. Dragged from the heavens at terminal velocity.
Nothing to do now but wait, watch the altimeter, and make peace with god.