Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"A hundred parsecs out
 On a ship called Borman's Fate,
 The engineer, McClellan
 Sent the word down to the mate.
 
 Our engine's growing cold, he said,
 And soon our ship will die
 If we can't find a planet
 With fuel to feed the drive."
-- from "Fuel to Feed the Drive", by Cynthia McQuillin (born 1953-07-25, died 2006-01-14)

[I'm sure I could have picked a song that was a better fit for this occasion, but I'm not at home where my filk books and tapes are, her lyrics don't seem to be on the web as far as I can tell, and this is what I can reliably quote from memory.]