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| �Get down here!� I yelled at the top of my lungs to my sleeping crewmate. I paused anxiously for a few seconds and then screamed, �WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? GET UP!!� My crewmate grumpily got out of bed and trotted down to where I was standing. �What�s wrong?� he muttered. �I don�t see any ___ WHAT IS THAT?!� my crewmate shouted. I smirked and said, �Told you so.� A giant supply of extra rations was sitting in the basement of our ship. Our overjoyed hearts leapt at the fact and gave us extra energy to inspect Venus. After we ravenously devoured our food, we had felt better than ever (after the landing on Venus). The food had been in a hidden compartment disguised as a gas tank. We suddenly recalled that we had reserved the food for extreme emergencies, like if we had exploded our food with dynamite by accident or some other disaster. �Do you think we should have eaten that much food?� my crewmate said guiltily, after we had finished devouring our food. He realized that our food supplies were not even that large. Once our minds cleared pushed out obsolete thoughts, we had enough clarity of mind to think. My crewmate and I composed a hypothesis that Venus might once have had fresh water. However, it was tainted by melted sulfur, effacing all primitive Venusian life forms. Sadly, it was only a hypothesis with a small amount of evidence to support it. �Well, look at the bright side. At least we have a hypothesis. Having lots of evidence but no hypothesis is even worse, right?� I consoled. For the first time on our mission, my crewmate let a genuine grin sneak out of his apathetic countenance. Back to the original site |
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