Regolith - A Man on the Moon
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Regolith a man on the Moon
Copyright Alex Coman 2013
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Regolith a man on the Moon
My son once, asked me to give him a photo.
He dont say goodbye before I left, but only begged me to bring him a photo and
when, at the time, I landed finishing the mission, I took out one photo from my
suit. He doesnt remember even having expressed this desire seemed just happy
to see his dad just returned from the Moon- But when he saw him , widened even
more that toothless smile. His eyes shone with an excitement that just a child
knows to feel and share with his father.
He was pleased to observe for the first time that piece of the Earths natural
satellite, printed on a smooth sheet and often, believing to have ahead his real
color. Now William is a big boy not a big person, not a teenager, but a big boy
and knows that the color of the Moon is almost a mystery. I mean his real color.
The surface of our satellite has been observed only through the digital tools, huge
telescopes, the ozone layer or, in the case of men like me, through the window of
the spacecraft or the visor of the my pressure helmet. No one has ever seen the
Moon with the naked eye. No one. So, who can say which is her real color? Now,
while the oxygen is going to end, lying on a flank, I travel through my eyes of the
surrounding area, to reconcile and sort the ideas, to make me slowly realize what
just happened, to understand. Some remains of the spacecraft are lying around
me, immobilizes and useless, and in my mind starts to scroll memories of an
explosion almost silent, mute, silent for the lack of atmosphere, which makes the
episode even more tragic: It seemed that the entire cosmos stopped talking, while
the spacecraft had gone into a thousand pieces over my head.
William would have like to assist to this kind of phenomenon An silent
After the flow past images of a few seconds ago, Im able to make a bit of clarity
In my thoughts: I try the radio of my spacesuit, calling first the command no
answer after I calling the travel mates no answer and finally I calling that
traitor who started this tragedy. No answer. Neither from the radio, neither to all
the questions who comes:
Why? What is the real objective of this mission, almost failed? Someone wanted
to take all the credits for the new discovery that we made in the recent weeks,
killing all of us? And specially, who else is still alive beyond me, here on the Moon?
I know I was thrown out from the spacecraft for a shot of the traitor just I was
leaving it for hopping on the lunar surface. Luckily I had already finished the whole
process of preparation and activated the pressure suit, thanks to which I was out
of danger. Then I heard a noise thanks to the radio, talks in the spacecraft, orders,
fury screams, screams of terror, scream challenge Sounds of battle, of fight, of
despair, tools and objects thrown against other objects Then the spacecraft is
raised and the noises continued to invade my helmet, making me confused and
repeat an only a single and trivial phrase. A question: What happens? What
happening? What the hell happens there?
Then a gunshot.
I hear inside my visor as if the sound would hit me in the face. Another gunshot.
Then the radio sent me something undefined and the signal is interrupted all at
once silence the explosion only visible, above and next to me.
And now Im here, on the regolith.
William would have like The Regolith.
I try to reflect. I give up soon, given the evidences. I cant know what conspiracy
was about to be realized or what happened in the spacecraft, but, seeing the
ruins, I resign myself to the death of the traitor and the whole equipage. No one
could have survived and I realize that without the spacecraft, without even a form
of rescue, I dont have much hope in fact, practically any hope to put my foots
on the Earth, maybe even just for feel my real weight, feel my planet who keep me
Instead, Im a sixth more slight. That is how I will die, slight, and there is no one
who can stop it. No living soul, human or animal.
Maybe these are the moments you hope strongly in the existence of live on other
planets, perhaps here on this boulder full of craters that goes around the Earth.
However, no alien, would materialize in front of me, to help me.
Im alone, on the Moon.
William would have like The Moon.
My thoughts begins a travel over three hundred thousand kilometers back home,
distance which is accomplished in less of a fraction of a second, bringing me on the
couch in front of the television, while me and William watch a movie together.
They bring me to the football matches of my son sweaty but happy on that playing
field. To the few homework we did together. At his room full of planets hanging
from the ceiling painted with stars and nebulae. To the posters on the walls to
An alarm sound interrupts my film: the oxygen is completely finished.
But I continue with the fantasy: the photos on the walls I smile at this memory.
The breathing suddenly becomes more difficult.
I know that the photos of the lunar surface that I gave him is hanging somewhere
in his room.
I hold my breath, although there is nothing left to breathe.
Another big mystery in my work is the effect of exposure of the body to space.
There wasnt yet any experiment, no one knows exactly what happens if an
astronaut takes off his pressure suit. There are many theories, such as suffocation
from lack of oxygen, loss of consciousness, slow or immediate freezing and, that
one thats more effective and also more popular, the explosion of the body for the
lack of the pressure, because the pressure of the Moon is almost equal to nothing.
Well, I guess hes going to find out too.
With my last strength I take off my pressure helmet, regardless of the possible
risks. I keep my eyes wide open and still with a smile on the lips, carefully observe
the lunar surface.
Here you go the color of the Moon, William.
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I was born March 13, 1988 in Campina, Romania, where I spent my first thirteen
years. I then moved to Italy, following my parents. Here I continued my education,
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years, I am passionate about really writing here in Italy, starting with short stories
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especially when trying to explain the mysteries of the universe.
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