We emerged in a large room with smooth walls and more space than anywhere I’d seen in service corridor one. A rack of space suits hung lifelessly on the far wall. A thick, bolted doorway with a tiny window in the center indicated an airlock of some kind. “This room provides access to the unpressu...
What was he after? CG: Is this Noah Sinclair? REMOTE_USER: As the interview has yet to begin, I get to ask the questions. It was Noah Sinclair! CG: You hacked my computer and virtually assaulted me. REMOTE_USER: That’s a bit dramatic, but true I guess. CG: Answer one question first. REMOTE_USER: ...
They were black. That was something. I'd never seen boots like them. I doubted anyone on earth had. There were no laces or velcro. They were like Martian Army boots. I didn't have any clean socks and none were on offer so I slipped my foot straight in. The plush leather-like material conformed to...
I sat locked in my chair, sweating through the cool air circulating in my suit. I couldn't wait to get out of this thing. I never thought I had a problem with small places. Never thought I was claustrophobic. But stuck in this suit, restrained to the seat, isolated in this tiny cockpit was making...
He pushed off and drifted to the far wall. He grabbed an enormous crowbar off the wall, did a tuckrollspinkick and and landed at the stubborn door. He wedged the crowbar into the crack running along the side, braced his feet on the frame, and strained backward on the long end of the bar. His ba...