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July 17 - August 1, 2020
She laughed and then sobered. I saw the sympathy coming before I could stop her. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” “Thank you, that’s very kind.” I looked at the floor and did not cry. “He was the love of my life.”
Up close, the ship was pocked with micrometeorite strikes. Each had raised a tiny ridge of knifelike blades around the impact points. Myrtle stood in front of the ladder. “I don’t like the idea of climbing that.” The suits had twenty-one layers, each designed to keep us safe in a different way. In theory, they could stop an 8mm round. But the gloves … those were more vulnerable because they had to be flexible. They were puncture resistant, yes, but this was just our first stop. Spending a day pressing my gloves against tiny knives was not appealing.
I love these little details of how life really will be: dangers that we don’t have to think about here on earth.