Thank you.”
Everyone at the base was here in this very room. Listening to Carters
final words before him and the others departed for the moon. Tom sat
at the back dressed in a formal officer’s outfit while the operators,
support soldiers and engineer stood straight. Carter nodded towards
Tom and the crew signalling that its time. They walked orderly in single
file. The room was in silence. They knew how important this moment
was. The ten crew members exited the war room and followed Carter
down another hallway. Nobody spoke a word. This hallway was
different it was slanted downwards and at the end of it was a large
metal door stickered with caution and warning signs. A keypad was
positioned on the right side of the door. Carter went towards it and
typed in a short input of numbers. The door opened and went on to
reveal something Derek had never seen right in front of him.
The room was circular in shape. A donut shaped circle grate provided
ground. Derek stood in awe at what was in the middle. It was a rocket.
But it was no ordinary rocket. The faded steel and rough bolting made
it seem old and antique. It certainly looked like it was built from scrap
then had someone paint over it to cover the cracks but it looked just a
genuine as the real ones. Only rougher and more aggressive. Untrained.
Untested. Unready. But Derek knew it will prevail as it looked more
realistic than any rocket he had ever seen in his life. It took the shape of
something out of the late twentieth century. Uncannily clichéd but also
somewhat robust. Dangerous.
Carter stopped before he entered the chamber, looked back and said
one of his final sentences on Earth. “Well gentlemen, shall we?”
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