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This is Houston Control. Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And they’ll be eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
No, Houston. I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. Instead, I’m… naked in the dark. There’s nothing. Only cold empty space between me and the world.
This is Houston control…why are you naked in the space station again Mr. Frodo? We’ve had complaints.
This is Houston Control. Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And they’ll be eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
No, Houston. I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. Instead, I’m… naked in the dark. There’s nothing. Only cold empty space between me and the world.
This is Houston control…why are you naked in the space station again Mr. Frodo? We’ve had complaints.