Halloway stared down at Earth, and his brain tore loose and screamed, Man, man, how'd you get in a mess like this, in a rocket a million miles past the moon, shooting for Mars and danger and terror and maybe death. Oh, my god, do you realize how far from Earth we are? Do you really _think_ about it? It's enough to scare the guts from a man. Hold me up. _Do_ something. Give me sedatives or hold my hand or run call mama. A million cold miles up. See all the flickering stars? Look at my hands tremble. Feel my heart whirling like a hot pinwheel!…
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