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Four days have passed since the departure from Earth. A precisely planned mission into space; two men and a round trip to the moon and back. Four days ago, the sixth emissary capsule departed from Los Angeles in hopes of a safe and carefully calculated journey. The two men sit on opposite ends of the space capsule. One sits with veins throbbing in withdrawal. The other pretentiously remains alert but notices the slowing rate of his heartbeat.
Two days later, the second man dies of heart failure. The first man stands over his body unsure how to deal with his unconscious-looking partner. A few dazed moments lead to the man crouching down to check the other’s pulse. Sure enough, his fingers touch cold flesh. There is no beating sensation, proving that he is dead. The man stands, wondering if his partner has any remaining brain activity. He decides it unethical to stand over a dead body pondering its level of deceased.
A pang of guilt runs through him as he thinks to himself, Now I am free.