"Juno Station, this is Leo Victor Zero Seven Seven. I'm currently tracking unidentified object. I am transmitting salvage designation and initiating an intercept vector." I watched as the cylinder tumbled through space. My music dampened as the audio response cut in, "Leo Victor Zero Seven Seven, your object has been catalogued and you are cleared for salvage. Please send status updates whether your pick up is successful or not. Thank you" and then the music came back to full volume. "Ok Elvee, it's all ours. Let's just hope it's worth the fuel it takes to clip it." I said to my craft. "Beginning the death roll now" she said with a slight hint of sarcasm. The cabin lights dimmed and the monitors lit up with multiple tracking angles on the target as my craft shifted directions and began its slow movement into position. After about a minute of instrumental interlude, she spoke again; "Based on its odd shape, its more likely a part of something as opposed to an intact object. Wanna make a bet on its resale value?" Shaking my head; "You know I don't gamble against AI. Especially the ones I know." As we closed with the wreckage, more intel became available and Elvee verbalized an overview. "Titanium composite with syntha-foam insulation. Likely the outer wall of a mid-sized satellite. Some components seem to be intact. I can make out a few digits of the reg code. That may make our fees easier to collect. Woah! The debris just changed vector, it's turning toward us!" As she continued to speak, I leapt from my spot near the window toward my shock harness. "IT just powered up. That chunk still has a power source and intact circuitry!" Looking back as I secured my second buckle, I could see the object separate into two parts. The hasty, panicked stream from my craft AI continued "AKV, Victor, it's a rogue Autonomous Kill Vehicle." Broadcasting, she attempted contact. "Unidentified AKV, please identify and stand down." Internal voice again, "Vic, brace for impact, it's going to hit us, I can't avoid it." I buckled the fourth buckle and Elvee careened to avoid the collision. "AKV, we are non-hostile. We are a rescue and salvage craft." The AKV slammed into Elvee hard. I could hear the hull buckling. This thing could've been up here 25 years laying dormant waiting for an enemy craft, no telling how logical it was thinking now. I took slow deep breaths and smiled slightly as the wall in front of me gave way to the black.