He did not think he could be more frightened than he already was, but Paulino tensed at the words so hard that he felt his teeth grinding together painfully. There was an emergency tank of oxygen on the tractor, of course, but at best that held another two hours of breathable oxy and he had been tooling around out here on Mare Imbrium for at least eight hours. No way to get back safely, and for some reason the radio was no longer working. He felt strong and alert, thanks to the Moondust, but he could not raise the base back at Archimedes, could not even hear a homing beacon. The radio had gone completely dead. In misery he trundled along in the massive tractor’s cab, totally lost, the fear of death crawling up his spine like a loathsome poisonous insect’s larva, the kind that wormed its way inside your skull and slowly, agonizingly ate your brains away. The dusty desert of stone stretched away to the frighteningly close horizon no matter which way he looked.
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