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  • The once magnificent spaceship lay in ruins, a thousand pieces scattered across the earth, hours of intricate work destroyed on impact.
    The astronauts half buried in the rubble, their helmets thrown clear, gasped for breath.
    'John. John, you there?'
    'Yes buddy. Can't move my arm though.'
    'How come we can breath?'
    'Don't think we ever made it out of the earth's atmosphere'
    'What happened?'
    'Beats me. The reverse thrusters must have malfunctioned when the boosters disengaged.'
    The two men sat in silence for a few seconds, contemplating the enormity of the situation.
    'Are we out of a job?'
    'For now, yeah. But look on the bright side. You could be a fireman tomorrow.'
    'A firemen. Yeah, nice or maybe a superhero or something?'
    'For sure. Now get some rest. He'll get us when he's ready.
    'Roger that'.
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