The poor bastard.
The darkness fell hard, having no atmosphere to refract the light. I pondered that for a moment, wondering if I was in over my head, then stood up to walk back to the ship. Reflecting on the last few months I begin to regret NASA lowering their standards. Flying home would be a lot easier with the rest of the crew, may their souls rest in peace. Shit, they knew how to read the controls…
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