Drip.Drip.Drip."Oh here's another leak." The young woman pointed, stopping and looking back."Dammit." The deep voice of a man replied. "Have we got any buckets left?""Just the one." The young woman replied, she help it up to the man. Both of them looked disheveled and tired. Their white pressure suits looking far from white with dirt … Continue reading Poseidon
Simon's Space 
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