FallingThere is no noise."Huh…" he whispers to a non-existent audience. Staring through the thick glass of the windshield, a look of perplexity crosses his face.This can't be happening.After pinching his arm several times, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he resolves to go outside, out there, to substantiate what his eyes tell him. Within a few minutes, he has slipped on the lightweight, snow-white suit; a few more and a helmet is secured upon his neck.He flicks a switch on the suit and turns the handle on the airlock. I must be dreaming, he thinks.With a few well-practiced actions – locking the instruments, fi
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