Even though there was no air, Joe's panicking and panting were abundant to create the death air in the ghostly, desolate, hellish moon. Joe's temples were preparing to burst and certain death was knocking at his door. The ever regolith desert couldn't quench his willingness to drink from his dry in suit drink bag, in other words it had the antonymous effect. His mouth was dry as dust.
He struggled to breath oxygen, but only did death. He was unsatisfied as all his satisfaction were drained away by death. It was time to switch he thought. I've been living all this long....now its time for death to live and me to die. I hope I'll get another chance to live just like my judge is going to.
He wanted to break through his spacesuit helmet, as his head was ready to explode. He wanted to comfort his head with his hands, but his other half didn't want him to.
Then at once he stopped sucking in death. His hands fell towards the ground only supported by the shoulder joint. His head blood crimson, his hopeless eye lids dropped to death with his body with a thud as death rose from its death and transformed into its living form.
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Joe woke up from an unexpected event and the heart dragging dream, beads of sweat running its track along his skin. He tried to recollect whatever have happened till then, aiding himself by squinting through the pitch darkness in sign of clues and outlines. He got up from his lying position, his right leg half limp.
He laughed at his dream, there's no air in space how can he fall with a thud sound?
As he groped in the darkness, he managed to deduce that he and his partner, Paul, were driven into a ravine as he sidled his hand along the steep regolith edge of the ravine. He at once looked up to find heaven. From hell, the starry sky seemed beautiful as heaven to Joe. From his early age, he kept on longing dream to reach the moon and discover the infinite space. Now that it was partially fulfilled, he was standing at hell right now, which was the moon. Even though it was hell it was the best possible and perfect launchpad to heaven. The ever starry sky seemed to burn into his eyes as hope in this darkish hell.
Joe looked around in the bottom of the ravine, in sign of Paul. As he started to search around, he raised up his arm, which crackled a little against the forever silence.
'About 8 hours, huh?' Joe said looking at the meter planted in his right arm on the spacesuit. I hope Houston copied my current location.' His voice sounded a bit rough as he muttered to himself.
'Houston! Houston! This is Joe Inoue! Do you copy?' Joe said into the communication radio. 'Houston!' No reply came. 'Darn it. The radio must have malfunction during the crash.
Joe and his partner, Paul were two astronauts attending their debut lunar EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity). But it turned out to be disastrous as their lunar buggy or LRV (Lunar Roving Vehicle) fell down one hell of a big ravine, presenting only bitter coldness and silent darkness. Joe and Paul have been separated since that crash. As there is no atmosphere, perspective on looking at things may differ. And also since there are no trees or buildings, one finds it tough to determine if a hill is nearby or distant.
A bit relief flushed at Joe as he successfully turned on his helmet light. 'At least this is working.' Joe said as he breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Why won't Paul turn on his helmet light? The only things I can make out of it are that, either he is unconscious or his helmet light is damaged from the accident....hang on....what about the buggy? It must be here somewhere.' He said as he trailed along his light path, randomly searching for his mate and the buggy.
Finally he came across a white garment kind of. He flashed his light on the mysterious thing he came across. It looked exactly like an EMU (Extra Vehicular Mobility Unit) that Joe was wearing. He kneeled down to get a look at who was inside the helmet. Even with the light he had to squint through. He finally got a somewhat distinct view, but whatever was inside wasn't Paul.
He struggled to breath oxygen, but only did death. He was unsatisfied as all his satisfaction were drained away by death. It was time to switch he thought. I've been living all this long....now its time for death to live and me to die. I hope I'll get another chance to live just like my judge is going to.
He wanted to break through his spacesuit helmet, as his head was ready to explode. He wanted to comfort his head with his hands, but his other half didn't want him to.
Then at once he stopped sucking in death. His hands fell towards the ground only supported by the shoulder joint. His head blood crimson, his hopeless eye lids dropped to death with his body with a thud as death rose from its death and transformed into its living form.
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Joe woke up from an unexpected event and the heart dragging dream, beads of sweat running its track along his skin. He tried to recollect whatever have happened till then, aiding himself by squinting through the pitch darkness in sign of clues and outlines. He got up from his lying position, his right leg half limp.
He laughed at his dream, there's no air in space how can he fall with a thud sound?
As he groped in the darkness, he managed to deduce that he and his partner, Paul, were driven into a ravine as he sidled his hand along the steep regolith edge of the ravine. He at once looked up to find heaven. From hell, the starry sky seemed beautiful as heaven to Joe. From his early age, he kept on longing dream to reach the moon and discover the infinite space. Now that it was partially fulfilled, he was standing at hell right now, which was the moon. Even though it was hell it was the best possible and perfect launchpad to heaven. The ever starry sky seemed to burn into his eyes as hope in this darkish hell.
Joe looked around in the bottom of the ravine, in sign of Paul. As he started to search around, he raised up his arm, which crackled a little against the forever silence.
'About 8 hours, huh?' Joe said looking at the meter planted in his right arm on the spacesuit. I hope Houston copied my current location.' His voice sounded a bit rough as he muttered to himself.
'Houston! Houston! This is Joe Inoue! Do you copy?' Joe said into the communication radio. 'Houston!' No reply came. 'Darn it. The radio must have malfunction during the crash.
Joe and his partner, Paul were two astronauts attending their debut lunar EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity). But it turned out to be disastrous as their lunar buggy or LRV (Lunar Roving Vehicle) fell down one hell of a big ravine, presenting only bitter coldness and silent darkness. Joe and Paul have been separated since that crash. As there is no atmosphere, perspective on looking at things may differ. And also since there are no trees or buildings, one finds it tough to determine if a hill is nearby or distant.
A bit relief flushed at Joe as he successfully turned on his helmet light. 'At least this is working.' Joe said as he breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Why won't Paul turn on his helmet light? The only things I can make out of it are that, either he is unconscious or his helmet light is damaged from the accident....hang on....what about the buggy? It must be here somewhere.' He said as he trailed along his light path, randomly searching for his mate and the buggy.
Finally he came across a white garment kind of. He flashed his light on the mysterious thing he came across. It looked exactly like an EMU (Extra Vehicular Mobility Unit) that Joe was wearing. He kneeled down to get a look at who was inside the helmet. Even with the light he had to squint through. He finally got a somewhat distinct view, but whatever was inside wasn't Paul.
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