"Matrix," yelled the mission commander, "where is your flight report?" "Right here, sir." I calmly replied. I handed him the report I'd spent two days writing. He carefully read it and shoved it back into my arms. "Good work. Keep it up." "Yes, sir." I said casually. He marched away and I turned in the opposite direction and did the same. I went to my room, (which is more like a space dome) and sat at my desk. Time to get started on my next report. This is how my days in training were spent other than in capsules and strapped in flight simulators and anti-gravity domes. I didn't mind though. I loved training with the astronauts, but I hoped I could launch soon.
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I'll Find You...somewhere in the cold
Teen FictionA fifteen year-old boy becomes an astronaut despite being very young. Two years later, after he has finished training, he sets out to find new planets. But, when his ship crashes on an earthlike planet going through their own "ice age", and he has n...
