"It would cost a lot to bring the astronauts back."
Liu Di stared at the huge head in front of him, his eyes flashing, and in an instant a vague truth emerged in his mind.
But it's also incredible.
I saw the corners of the huge head's mouth slowly curl up, revealing a strange smile.
Then its expression froze, its eyes became blank, and it started to laugh silently, and then the smile became more and more absurd.
The flesh-colored ground ahead surged.
Suddenly, an object condensed. It was a space capsule. The Russian nameplate read - Mir Space Station.
The space capsule was small and cramped.
The atomic clock shows: June 16, 1991.
A blond young man in a space suit was floating in the air, clutching the communicator tightly in both hands.
"Ground unit!"
"Ground unit!"
"Can anyone hear me?"
"This is Krikalev!"
"Your cosmonaut Krikalev!"
"You seem to have forgotten my existence!"
But there was total silence in the communicator, not even the signal pointer fluctuated.
The blond young man showed a look of horror.
He panicked for a moment, clenched his teeth slightly, and then a determined light flashed in his eyes, "There must be a problem with the communicator. The people on Earth and the ground will not forget me. I am a space hero. They must be very anxious now."
The atomic clock is beating.
The mechanical calendar is turning.
50 days passed in a flash.
The young astronauts still maintained self-discipline, completed their work on time every day, performed routine inspections of the space station three times a day, and even dealt with a malfunction that almost paralyzed the entire space station.
He kept a clean face and fine hair, and did not allow a single stubble to grow on his face.
After all, the earth may connect with them at any time, and the positive image of astronauts cannot be damaged.
"Ground unit!"
"Can anyone hear me?"
"This is Krikalev!"
"Has the communication equipment not been repaired yet?"
"My supplies can only last for 58 days at most."
There was still silence in the communicator, as if the world it was connected to on the other end had been completely destroyed.
The atomic clock is beating.
In a blink of an eye, 100 days passed.
The blond astronaut had become much thinner, almost skinny, with blond hair like weeds, and his chin and cheeks were covered with stubble. Food had been in short supply for a long time, and his daily food intake was only one-fifth of his previous meals.
Even with recycling, fresh water reserves were already precarious, and he couldn't afford the luxury of washing.
He looked at the blue planet in the distance through the observation window.
He waited for 80 days, and the space station reached the nearest low-Earth orbit.
The earth is so beautiful, floating quietly in the darkness. The light it reflects is still the main light source for illuminating the space capsule.
It is home.
So close, yet so far away.
The deep universe in between is a gap that young astronauts cannot cross.
The astronauts explored the blue planet through the glass.
The excitement and awe I felt when I first saw it in its entirety is still resonating in my mind.
He trembled and grabbed the communicator. "Earth, Earth, can you hear me? This is Krikalev. I have been stranded in space for 150 days. I have almost no food, not even recycled urine."
"After being stranded in space for a long time, I lost calcium in my bones and my muscles atrophied and softened. My brain thought that under this kind of gravity, it didn't need so much support."
"I can't hold on any longer."
"I am so lonely. There is no other sound around me."
"My wife, our mother, are they okay?"
The atomic clock and mechanical calendar continue to tick.
300 days later.
The astronaut created a miracle and he is still alive.
But his world was already dark. The weak energy in his body made it impossible for him to open his eyes, and his vital functions were maintained in a daze.
He felt that his body was weightless, like a pool of water, floating loosely in the weightless space capsule.
Zizizizi. Suddenly, the sound of electric current came from the communicator that had been silent for nearly a year.
There is signal access.
It was as if a flower of hope bloomed in the silent hell.
"Mir Space Station, can you receive our signal?"
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"We are sorry that we forgot about you because of the unrest in the country."
"But don't worry, we have regained control of the ground base."
"We detected through life signals that you are still alive."
"Cosmonaut Krikalev, are you there?"
"I'm Scott Dobin, the new General of the Russian Space Agency."
"I want to take you home!"
A strong male voice echoed through the communicator.
This voice, without a single word lost, reached the ears of the young astronaut!
His heart, which had been silent for a long time and seemed to have turned into stone, suddenly twitched.
His throat was dry and he opened his mouth slightly, but no human voice came out, only gurgling guttural sounds.
General Scott Dobbin, who was on the other end of the communicator, also noticed fluctuations in vital signs.
He shouted anxiously, "Cosmonaut Krikalev! Great, I knew you were stronger than I thought! Please turn on the video equipment! Let's proceed to the next step of docking!"
The long wait in space.
In order to save energy and reduce the failure rate of equipment, the young astronaut turned off all unnecessary equipment, including the video communication system.
at this time.
A flame ignited in the young astronaut's heart.
Earth, my home! NASA, they finally contacted me! I'm saved! The young astronaut was already extremely weak. He gathered all his strength and tried to open his eyes, but all he got was more shortness of breath.
No.
I have to stay sane.
The switch of the video communicator is on the control console 1.5 meters away.
I should put all my strength into opening the device.
"ground!"
"General Scott Dobbin!"
"You have to wait for me!"
“It will be fine soon!”
The young astronaut screamed in his heart.
He closed his eyes, but was no longer afraid of the darkness in his eyes.
He struggled to raise his arms!
He needed to crawl forward, to the control console!
An endless feeling of weakness surged over me.
The young astronaut felt a little panicked. Moving a distance of 1.5 meters seemed impossible!
Suddenly.
Young astronaut, feel your arms extend infinitely!
Like plasticine, it suddenly stretched! Snap.
He pressed the switch for video communication.