He tried to breathe, but the air wouldn’t come. Something must be wrong. He turned, finding that his lifeline had been severed. Time seemed to slow, seconds becoming minutes, and minutes becoming hours. He looked up into the darkness of the sky, the stars going out. That’s not right, he thought, his bodying tilting backward. He slowly fell to the sandy surface of the moon.

Not only had his lifeline been severed, but his ship flew off without him, all of his mates aboard it. He then watched as the ship imploded, next exploding, bits and pieces of the spaceship shot in all directions.

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This… This is it… We never knew… he thought, closing his eyes, never knew.

As he faded away, he heard the sound of the passing ships, big ships. Big, and far more advanced. He always dreamed of being the first man on the moon, but never thought that he’d be the first casualty on the moon.