The rover crawled along at a steady 23 mph (the rover was operating 2 mph under expectations, because reasons), making the trip to the center of the city slow and a little scary. Ashley's voice came over the suit's speakers, "Bio-monitor analysis shows increased serotonin activity, suggesting that you are sad or uncomfortable. May I help you navigate these feelings?". "No, (sigh), can you just tell me about what kind of radiation protection this suit has?", "Actually, before I advise you on how to treat the uranium you plan to extract, protocol requires me to make sure that you are in proper psychological health, as space exploration can be very trying if one does not keep their mental state stable.". "(sigh), I just...Miss her...", "Who is this deceased or absent female?", "I'm sorry it's just...No! Override the damn protocol!". "Okay, we will talk later, mental health is very important, but can be postponed for now. The suit has a magneto sphere and light lead shielding, amounting to enough protection to stay around said uranium for about 8 minutes with no to minimal side effects, allowing you to put on your radiation suit in one of the other rooms. The rad suit has much more shielding and can be used for long periods of time.".
Sammy heaved the huge pickax into the frosty bricks, spraying bits of brick into the air. According to history, the bomb sat right under these very bricks, completely unprotected. Suddenly, the third strike broke through a concrete box and revealed a clean metal shell covered in with slowly sublimating ice. "Okay, yeah, I guess it would be a really stupid idea to actually leave a radioactive bomb under the town square with literally no protection, but still."
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Science FictionHaving your first and last kiss with the same person sounds like an obvious situation, high-school sweethearts fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after, right? For 16-year old Sammy Anderson, it's puzzlingly different.*** ***When eart...
