15:42 Days on Mars |
Day 13
We fell slowly, as if in the water. Because on Phobos the gravity is very small. We just fell down to the surface. Everyone was alive and well. Shocked and scared. “Fuck ...” Steven shouted. “Shit... What was it? What happened? How!?" Then came an obscene speech. I will not literally repeat all the expressions. I’m a decent blogger, and you are decent readers. I just say that all the time while we were on Phobos, Steven mostly used obscene speech. Therefore, his speech, one might say, was monotonous. As he started at the landing with "fucking ..." and "shit ...", so he continued in the same way all that time till we were on Phobos. Paul even joked that Steven would scare all the aliens with his four letters words and obscene expressions. In answer Steven sent Paul along with the aliens very very far away. So far that even from Phobos is not visible. Although Phobos is very high in the sky and, in general, high above Mars. "Landed...shit. Phobos shit," Steven grumbled, "damn it, so what do we do now? How to contact with Jason? How to call a spare space vehicle? How ... damn it!" Steven kicked some piece of rock and flew off to the side. “Hey, be careful,” Paul warned him, “the gravity here is small. You’ll fly into space. We all need to calm down. Inspect the wreckage of the ship and find what shot us down. Is it clear to everybody?" Everything was clear to us. But the thought that we were alone on Phobos, and around us was the open space and a laser or what which shot us down terrified us. We started looking for the wreckage. There should be equipment, an emergency communication system. It's clear that if we for a long time will not get in touch with our friends on Mars they'll understand that something happened to us. But we could not wait. We no longer wanted to explore Phobos. We wanted to return on Mars as soon as it possible. Now, Mars seemed to us like our own. Almost home. If only we could find a communication system. Kelly suddenly burst into tears. Then she began to sob. Fell on the brown ground and cried. Her shoulders flinched, and it was a pity to look at her. We, trying not to look into each other's eyes, looked exhaustively for communication devices. We understood that the jokes were over. The situation was very serious. We could simply run out of air in spacesuits. And then nobody helps us. Perhaps from Phobos is much closer to heaven or hell than from Earth, but this did not please us. We just wanted to leave this place. Even if not on Earth, so at least on Mars. We continued to rummage among the wreckage and looked for a communication system. If only we found it and it worked!
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