I’ve never liked being outside. The others can’t seem to wait to get out here, but not me.
I trust my suit: it’s the best money can buy and I do my checklist without fail. It’s not like I’m in any danger out here, there’s nothing to hurt me. There’s nothing at all.
Maybe that’s the problem. Inside, within the confines of the station, with the others, I feel like I’m somewhere. But outside…
There’s no place to it, outside. There’s just nothingness. I can’t stand it. I wish they wouldn’t send me out here. Anybody can do this maintenance.
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