also had to “break” into the manufacturers, Hamilton Sundstrand, to find a manual for the damned thing. That took longer than finding the suit.
At least John agreed to help her with it. She suspected he was a little jealous that she would be the first of them to go into space, and offered to let him go first. At least there was a pocket on the inside to keep the Key with her.
“No, you’re the one with An-Cul. It should be you.”
She agreed, but was glad he did too.
With the final clasp in place, she used the suit’s arm controls to check the pressure. And realized that she felt like she was wearing an Austin Mini. “They really have to come up with something better.”
John just chuckled at her.
The thing about being able to travel anywhere in the blink of an eye meant you didn’t have to worry about doing anything in one particular place. Jessica certainly wasn’t in the mood to have all this NASA gear knocking over everything at home, so she had decided to put it on at a remote location in Florida, surprisingly not far from Cape Canaveral.
Within seconds of putting the suit on, however, she realized the foolishness of that decision. It got very warm, very quickly.
“Hang on,” John said, probably reading her mind. He was much better with the toys than she was, and probably knew the manual backwards and forwards.
Then again, he’s a guy, so she couldn’t be sure he even cracked the manual.
He played with the arm controls for a couple of seconds and suddenly cool, merciful and refreshing air started flowing. “Oh thank God.”
“You’re welcome,” John said with a smirk. She tried to punch him with her Austin Mini outfit, without much success. He turned to her, more serious. “Be very, very careful out there. Ten seconds, no more. And don’t forget to try to block the radiation, it’ll be deadly out there.”
She nodded.
“Do you know where you’re going first?”
“I think the far side of the moon, just to see what I can see.”
“Good. See you in ten seconds.”
She smiled at him, then let herself through the dimensional doorway that deposited her on the far side of the moon.
Which happened to be in full sunlight.
She dropped the visor’s sunscreen. If she hadn’t been consciously reducing the amount of radiation reaching her, she would have been blinded, burned or worse.
Space was dangerous stuff, she realized.
But with the visor in place, her environment taken care of, she looked around. And had trouble closing her mouth.
The shear stark beauty of it was mind boggling. She had seen pictures of the Moon before, and expected to see endless vistas of grey. She did not expect to see colour, like thousands of broken rainbows reflecting off of shades of grey, beige, white and black, the terrain around her was filled with colour. The only colour she noticed missing was green, and even with the beauty of her surroundings she realized how important that one shade was.
That’s enough , she could feel John send her. Had it been ten seconds already? It seemed hard to believe, and she took one more short look around. With a blink she returned. Certainly he was able to read her mind, as she could his, and the smile on his face was a reflection of the sheer sense of awe she had just experienced.
John opened the helmet and lifted it off her head. She noticed Pan standing beside him. When did he get here?
“Well?” Pan asked her.
“It was incredible.”
“No, did you see anything?”
Now she understood. He was anxious. “Not yet, this was just a test flight. Though I have to admit I don’t really know where to go next.”
“I might have some ideas about that.”
It was then that Jessica noticed another man, apparently in his fifties, sitting nearby, wide eyed and watching them.
“Missing? How the hell does a twelve million dollar space suit go missing?” Sarah Jacobsen, deputy director of NASA, demanded of Frank, the engineer reporting the loss.
“I don’t know. It
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