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Jul. 28th, 2009 08:17 pmI was in an asteroid generationship thing tearing across the void at some ridiculous speed, far beyond the possibility of contact with the external universe. We had started spinning and depreasurised. The rest of the crew stared out the viewports into eternity as the air vanished out into the long night while I tugged frantically at some utterly inadequate polythene sheeting, trying to hold the air in. I remember breathing in and feeling the air rushing out of my mouth as my chest expanded. I woke myself up and thought "this scenario is inevitable. You will fail crew selection unless you complete it."
Because I, apparently, have to come up with a rational explanation for my subconscious playing in the asphyxiation simulator.
Because I, apparently, have to come up with a rational explanation for my subconscious playing in the asphyxiation simulator.
