Two astronauts viewed nothing but chalky lunar landscape and blackest night.
“Show the general the first message we received.”
The rising tower of smoke from the wreckage of the ship appeared alien against the bleak and rocky landscape, as indeed it was.
Folks were dying of thirst.
We are the last. This is our final day.
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