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The satellite fragments vented down like a gust of wind and rain, and the entire universe was plunged into turbulent waves in an instant.
The space station exploded without waiting for Ryan to lift all the fixed points of the deceleration parachute. It is not sure whether it was hit by satellite debris or the internal explosion finally detonated, but what is certain is that the entire space station was torn apart into countless fragments. , The impact and impact force broke out with infinite power, and then the Union 2 began to jolting and turning——
Three hundred and sixty degrees, seven hundred and twenty degrees... Flickerly, it began to spin like a big windmill. Ryan was still outside of Alliance II, and he could only grasp the outer fixed handle tightly, like an ant clinging to Kunpeng feathers.
Even so, Ryan still did not give up, gritted his teeth, and stubbornly pulled the last fixed point, pulling the fixed rope down amid the continued turmoil.
The Alliance II got rid of the shackles of the deceleration umbrella, and the strong centrifugal force completely threw it out and lost control; then you can see the space station’s solar energy panels collide head-on, and Ryan can only stick to his back. On the outer wall of the cabin, in the pupils, it seemed that the sharp metal panel could be seen sliding quickly, avoiding the flying debris for a lifetime.
He survived after all. But the outer wing of Soyuz II was torn off.
When you turn your head, you can see the explosion scene like a tornado storm behind you. The metal fragments all over the sky are spinning like a kaleidoscope. Because there is no air as a transmission medium, no sound can be heard, only Ryan's breath can be heard. The sound of panting breath rushed rough and swiftly in the sound, and the tension and irritation made the surface of the skin become piping hot.
"I hate space."
Ryan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and complained.
After all the hardships, Ryan finally returned to the cabin again. He still did not lose his mind in the panic. He set the watch again to count down to ninety minutes. He was not sure if there would be another wave of debris attacks, but he had to do it. Be prepared, and then began to adjust the flight direction, heading towards the China/China Space Station Tiangong-1, which is located 100 kilometers away to the west.
but……
There is no propulsion fuel.
Ryan tried his best to escape from the abyss of death in the crisis that had just happened again and again. Unknowingly, the propulsion fuel of the Alliance II was so exhausted.
"You must be joking." Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. He watched the propulsion fuel indicator fall all the way to the bottom, and the anger broke out completely. He yelled angrily towards the dashboard in front of him. , He uncontrollably beat his fists against the dashboard, venting all the frustration and depression in his heart, "You must be **** kidding me! Ah? Ahhhhh!"
The foul language exploded like this.
But the voice was cut off.
The camera left the cabin and returned to outer space, focusing on the small round porthole. No sound could be heard, only Ryan's angry movements and distorted face in the cabin, after the ups and downs. His anger erupted like a volcano, but... there was no sound in the universe.
The tranquility and peace of the wind and the calm, the beast-like despair and pain contrasted more and more profoundly. In the vast universe, Ryan was trapped in the Alliance II, floating in the air, unable to advance or retreat, and even unable to land. He could only float endlessly, and then... quietly waiting for death to come. .
Involuntarily, the audience in the theater opened their mouths slightly and stared at the big screen quietly. The mixed thoughts were unable to find accurate language to describe, but were deeply in despair. Among them, unable to extricate themselves.
Ryan still didn't give up, he was trying hard to re-establish contact with the ground, praying for rescue.
There was no signal from Houston. Unexpectedly, Ryan contacted a radio channel and contacted a person who spoke Chinese intermittently. However, the language was blocked and the signal was poor. There was no way to establish contact between the two people. Only some language fragments can be faintly captured.
Even the international general distress signal like "MayDay" has no effect. The other party seems to be just listening to the radio program, which also means that there is no hope for rescue.
The man at the other end of the radio signal, among the fragmented voices, Ryan thought his name was An Ninggang, and he took "Mayday" as Ryan's name, and the two people began to talk without saying anything— -To be precise, it should be muttering to oneself.
A person. A dog.
Ryan tried to portray the peaceful life on the other side of the radio station. When the urgent communication failed, the faint flame of hope was finally cut off before it had time to emerge. The disappointment and loneliness gradually turned into powerless and absurd. He greedily imagined ordinary family life above the ground.
There is no need to be too exaggerated, nor need to be too happy. The simplest is enough. Even the simplest dog barking seems to be able to add a little bit of anger in the universe. He even started to learn how to bark with An Ninggang. The voice, such a naive move made the smile at the corner of his mouth bloom again.
Ryan thought of his younger brother, of his parents, of the days when he was drifting away unconsciously, he thought he needed to cut those fetters, but when he reached the end of life, what he missed the most was also Those fetters, the emotions mixed with regret and annoyance all evolved into bitterness, surging on the tip of the tongue.
Then Ryan heard the baby crying from the radio waves.
When caught off guard, Ryan was defeated.
He recalled the email from his younger brother. In the email was a pair of baby feet. It was his niece. He missed her birth and also missed her baptism; he recalled the baby brother in his childhood, he used himself The chubby little hand whimpered on his little brother's feet, and then hummed a lullaby, coaxing his brother to sleep.
Listening to An Ninggang's lullaby, Ryan slowly turned off the oxygen, turned off the lights, and closed all potential distress channels, then folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and hummed softly. The lullaby chanted in a low voice was like a mother's warm embrace, which once again brought him back to the place where life originated.
When the boundary between life and death was lingering, Ryan saw Alex again. Alex, who had returned, was knocking on the door of the Union II. Then she came in unreasonably and talked about it. The story of returning from the dead, I found the vodka hidden by the Russian astronauts, and once again prepared for the journey of finding life again.
Although there is no propulsion fuel, they can still use the landing method to move forward. Because the landing also needs fuel, and this part of the fuel is stored separately and can only be used during landing.
"Hey, Ryan. It's time to go home." There was a firmness in Alex's eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he found that Alex didn't exist at all. Everything was Ryan's hallucination, and the low oxygen content was still humming.
...
Matthew realized that there was a movement coming from his right hand, and turned his head subconsciously. Then he saw Eaton propping up his right hand, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand, concealing his embarrassment and panic, just here. In a scene, from hope to despair and rekindling hope, everything is hidden in those light brown eyes——
They can see his movement to the cry of the baby, they can see his struggle with family fetters, and they can see his confusion about the existence of life, hidden under the skin of this spacesuit called "Ryan Stone" The soul of is telling another far-reaching and complicated story, about the greatness and insignificance of life, and the profoundness and alienation of fetters. Every audience can feel the baptism that originated from the soul.
The power of performance is so powerful and shocking that the brain has stopped working and can only be baptized passively.
Not only Eaton, but Matthew himself could feel the slight trembling shock, which made him feel embarrassed. In order to hide his emotions, he forced himself to lower his eyes, and then he noticed Eaton’s movements; but he But I couldn't help raising my head again ~www.novelhall.com~ and looked at the big screen, and then saw the light of hope reunited in those eyes.
Ryan searched for the landing manual and started the landing procedure. Soyuz II finally separated again and the cabin began to drive.
"Hey, Charlie, it's been a long time since the last conversation. Sorry, I haven't responded to your emails. Being busy is just an excuse. I just... I just don't know what to say.
Do you remember? You always miss your baseball card, but you can't find it no matter how you find it. In fact, when I was in the fifth grade, I hid all those baseball cards and put them on your bedroom closet, so that you don’t always run out to play with other friends, you can stay at home with me. Reading together.
I know I know, I'm too careful. But... I just want to spend more time with you, since childhood, you are my only friend. Charlie, sorry, I never knew how to express it. If I have the opportunity to meet again, I hope I can stand in front of you and...and then listen to you telling stories about your daughter and your wife. She must be a little sweetheart, just like when you were a kid.
Charlie. Sorry. I miss you; and... I love you.
I will not give up. Charlie, do you hear me? I will not give up. "
Ryan followed the landing manual and started to operate, while talking to himself, he didn't know if he could survive, but the words that he had never said were still spoken after all. Lifting his head, the light brown eyes were shining with crystal tears, but the smile at the corner of his mouth rose, not sadness, but hope.
He pressed the start button, "Go!" The landing level was officially started.
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The satellite fragments vented down like a gust of wind and rain, and the entire universe was plunged into turbulent waves in an instant.
The space station exploded without waiting for Ryan to lift all the fixed points of the deceleration parachute. It is not sure whether it was hit by satellite debris or the internal explosion finally detonated, but what is certain is that the entire space station was torn apart into countless fragments. , The impact and impact force broke out with infinite power, and then the Union 2 began to jolting and turning——
Three hundred and sixty degrees, seven hundred and twenty degrees... Flickerly, it began to spin like a big windmill. Ryan was still outside of Alliance II, and he could only grasp the outer fixed handle tightly, like an ant clinging to Kunpeng feathers.
Even so, Ryan still did not give up, gritted his teeth, and stubbornly pulled the last fixed point, pulling the fixed rope down amid the continued turmoil.
The Alliance II got rid of the shackles of the deceleration umbrella, and the strong centrifugal force completely threw it out and lost control; then you can see the space station’s solar energy panels collide head-on, and Ryan can only stick to his back. On the outer wall of the cabin, in the pupils, it seemed that the sharp metal panel could be seen sliding quickly, avoiding the flying debris for a lifetime.
He survived after all. But the outer wing of Soyuz II was torn off.
When you turn your head, you can see the explosion scene like a tornado storm behind you. The metal fragments all over the sky are spinning like a kaleidoscope. Because there is no air as a transmission medium, no sound can be heard, only Ryan's breath can be heard. The sound of panting breath rushed rough and swiftly in the sound, and the tension and irritation made the surface of the skin become piping hot.
"I hate space."
Ryan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and complained.
After all the hardships, Ryan finally returned to the cabin again. He still did not lose his mind in the panic. He set the watch again to count down to ninety minutes. He was not sure if there would be another wave of debris attacks, but he had to do it. Be prepared, and then began to adjust the flight direction, heading towards the China/China Space Station Tiangong-1, which is located 100 kilometers away to the west.
but……
There is no propulsion fuel.
Ryan tried his best to escape from the abyss of death in the crisis that had just happened again and again. Unknowingly, the propulsion fuel of the Alliance II was so exhausted.
"You must be joking." Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. He watched the propulsion fuel indicator fall all the way to the bottom, and the anger broke out completely. He yelled angrily towards the dashboard in front of him. , He uncontrollably beat his fists against the dashboard, venting all the frustration and depression in his heart, "You must be **** kidding me! Ah? Ahhhhh!"
The foul language exploded like this.
But the voice was cut off.
The camera left the cabin and returned to outer space, focusing on the small round porthole. No sound could be heard, only Ryan's angry movements and distorted face in the cabin, after the ups and downs. His anger erupted like a volcano, but... there was no sound in the universe.
The tranquility and peace of the wind and the calm, the beast-like despair and pain contrasted more and more profoundly. In the vast universe, Ryan was trapped in the Alliance II, floating in the air, unable to advance or retreat, and even unable to land. He could only float endlessly, and then... quietly waiting for death to come. .
Involuntarily, the audience in the theater opened their mouths slightly and stared at the big screen quietly. The mixed thoughts were unable to find accurate language to describe, but were deeply in despair. Among them, unable to extricate themselves.
Ryan still didn't give up, he was trying hard to re-establish contact with the ground, praying for rescue.
There was no signal from Houston. Unexpectedly, Ryan contacted a radio channel and contacted a person who spoke Chinese intermittently. However, the language was blocked and the signal was poor. There was no way to establish contact between the two people. Only some language fragments can be faintly captured.
Even the international general distress signal like "MayDay" has no effect. The other party seems to be just listening to the radio program, which also means that there is no hope for rescue.
The man at the other end of the radio signal, among the fragmented voices, Ryan thought his name was An Ninggang, and he took "Mayday" as Ryan's name, and the two people began to talk without saying anything— -To be precise, it should be muttering to oneself.
A person. A dog.
Ryan tried to portray the peaceful life on the other side of the radio station. When the urgent communication failed, the faint flame of hope was finally cut off before it had time to emerge. The disappointment and loneliness gradually turned into powerless and absurd. He greedily imagined ordinary family life above the ground.
There is no need to be too exaggerated, nor need to be too happy. The simplest is enough. Even the simplest dog barking seems to be able to add a little bit of anger in the universe. He even started to learn how to bark with An Ninggang. The voice, such a naive move made the smile at the corner of his mouth bloom again.
Ryan thought of his younger brother, of his parents, of the days when he was drifting away unconsciously, he thought he needed to cut those fetters, but when he reached the end of life, what he missed the most was also Those fetters, the emotions mixed with regret and annoyance all evolved into bitterness, surging on the tip of the tongue.
Then Ryan heard the baby crying from the radio waves.
When caught off guard, Ryan was defeated.
He recalled the email from his younger brother. In the email was a pair of baby feet. It was his niece. He missed her birth and also missed her baptism; he recalled the baby brother in his childhood, he used himself The chubby little hand whimpered on his little brother's feet, and then hummed a lullaby, coaxing his brother to sleep.
Listening to An Ninggang's lullaby, Ryan slowly turned off the oxygen, turned off the lights, and closed all potential distress channels, then folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and hummed softly. The lullaby chanted in a low voice was like a mother's warm embrace, which once again brought him back to the place where life originated.
When the boundary between life and death was lingering, Ryan saw Alex again. Alex, who had returned, was knocking on the door of the Union II. Then she came in unreasonably and talked about it. The story of returning from the dead, I found the vodka hidden by the Russian astronauts, and once again prepared for the journey of finding life again.
Although there is no propulsion fuel, they can still use the landing method to move forward. Because the landing also needs fuel, and this part of the fuel is stored separately and can only be used during landing.
"Hey, Ryan. It's time to go home." There was a firmness in Alex's eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he found that Alex didn't exist at all. Everything was Ryan's hallucination, and the low oxygen content was still humming.
...
Matthew realized that there was a movement coming from his right hand, and turned his head subconsciously. Then he saw Eaton propping up his right hand, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand, concealing his embarrassment and panic, just here. In a scene, from hope to despair and rekindling hope, everything is hidden in those light brown eyes——
They can see his movement to the cry of the baby, they can see his struggle with family fetters, and they can see his confusion about the existence of life, hidden under the skin of this spacesuit called "Ryan Stone" The soul of is telling another far-reaching and complicated story, about the greatness and insignificance of life, and the profoundness and alienation of fetters. Every audience can feel the baptism that originated from the soul.
The power of performance is so powerful and shocking that the brain has stopped working and can only be baptized passively.
Not only Eaton, but Matthew himself could feel the slight trembling shock, which made him feel embarrassed. In order to hide his emotions, he forced himself to lower his eyes, and then he noticed Eaton’s movements; but he But I couldn't help raising my head again ~www.novelhall.com~ and looked at the big screen, and then saw the light of hope reunited in those eyes.
Ryan searched for the landing manual and started the landing procedure. Soyuz II finally separated again and the cabin began to drive.
"Hey, Charlie, it's been a long time since the last conversation. Sorry, I haven't responded to your emails. Being busy is just an excuse. I just... I just don't know what to say.
Do you remember? You always miss your baseball card, but you can't find it no matter how you find it. In fact, when I was in the fifth grade, I hid all those baseball cards and put them on your bedroom closet, so that you don’t always run out to play with other friends, you can stay at home with me. Reading together.
I know I know, I'm too careful. But... I just want to spend more time with you, since childhood, you are my only friend. Charlie, sorry, I never knew how to express it. If I have the opportunity to meet again, I hope I can stand in front of you and...and then listen to you telling stories about your daughter and your wife. She must be a little sweetheart, just like when you were a kid.
Charlie. Sorry. I miss you; and... I love you.
I will not give up. Charlie, do you hear me? I will not give up. "
Ryan followed the landing manual and started to operate, while talking to himself, he didn't know if he could survive, but the words that he had never said were still spoken after all. Lifting his head, the light brown eyes were shining with crystal tears, but the smile at the corner of his mouth rose, not sadness, but hope.
He pressed the start button, "Go!" The landing level was officially started.
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The satellite fragments vented down like a gust of wind and rain, and the entire universe was plunged into turbulent waves in an instant.The space station exploded without waiting for Ryan to lift all the fixed points of the deceleration parachute. It is not sure whether it was hit by satellite debris or the internal explosion finally detonated, but what is certain is that the entire space station was torn apart into countless fragments. , The impact and impact force broke out with infinite power, and then the Union 2 began to jolting and turningThree hundred and sixty degrees, seven hundred and twenty degrees... Flickerly, it began to spin like a big windmill. Ryan was still outside of Alliance II, and he could only grasp the outer fixed handle tightly, like an ant clinging to Kunpeng feathers.Even so, Ryan still did not give up, gritted his teeth, and stubbornly pulled the last fixed point, pulling the fixed rope down amid the continued turmoil.The Alliance II got rid of the shackles of the deceleration umbrella, and the strong centrifugal force completely threw it out and lost control; then you can see the space station's solar energy panels collide head-on, and Ryan can only stick to his back. On the outer wall of the cabin, in the pupils, it seemed that the sharp metal panel could be seen sliding quickly, avoiding the flying debris for a lifetime.He survived after all. But the outer wing of Soyuz II was torn off.When you turn your head, you can see the explosion scene like a tornado storm behind you. The metal fragments all over the sky are spinning like a kaleidoscope. Because there is no air as a transmission medium, no sound can be heard, only Ryan's breath can be heard. The sound of panting breath rushed rough and swiftly in the sound, and the tension and irritation made the surface of the skin become piping hot."I hate space."Ryan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and complained.After all the hardships, Ryan finally returned to the cabin again. He still did not lose his mind in the panic. He set the watch again to count down to ninety minutes. He was not sure if there would be another wave of debris attacks, but he had to do it. Be prepared, and then began to adjust the flight direction, heading towards the China/China Space Station Tiangong-1, which is located 100 kilometers away to the west.butThere is no propulsion fuel.Ryan tried his best to escape from the abyss of death in the crisis that had just happened again and again. Unknowingly, the propulsion fuel of the Alliance II was so exhausted."You must be joking." Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. He watched the propulsion fuel indicator fall all the way to the bottom, and the anger broke out completely. He yelled angrily towards the dashboard in front of him. , He uncontrollably beat his fists against the dashboard, venting all the frustration and depression in his heart, "You must be **** kidding me! Ah? Ahhhhh!"The foul language exploded like this.But the voice was cut off.The camera left the cabin and returned to outer space, focusing on the small round porthole. No sound could be heard, only Ryan's angry movements and distorted face in the cabin, after the ups and downs. His anger erupted like a volcano, but... there was no sound in the universe.The tranquility and peace of the wind and the calm, the beast-like despair and pain contrasted more and more profoundly. In the vast universe, Ryan was trapped in the Alliance II, floating in the air, unable to advance or retreat, and even unable to land. He could only float endlessly, and then... quietly waiting for death to come. .Involuntarily, the audience in the theater opened their mouths slightly and stared at the big screen quietly. The mixed thoughts were unable to find accurate language to describe, but were deeply in despair. Among them, unable to extricate themselves.Ryan still didn't give up, he was trying hard to re-establish contact with the ground, praying for rescue.There was no signal from Houston. Unexpectedly, Ryan contacted a radio channel and contacted a person who spoke Chinese intermittently. However, the language was blocked and the signal was poor. There was no way to establish contact between the two people. Only some language fragments can be faintly captured.Even the international general distress signal like "MayDay" has no effect. The other party seems to be just listening to the radio program, which also means that there is no hope for rescue.The man at the other end of the radio signal, among the fragmented voices, Ryan thought his name was An Ninggang, and he took "Mayday" as Ryan's name, and the two people began to talk without saying anything -To be precise, it should be muttering to oneself.A person. A dog.Ryan tried to portray the peaceful life on the other side of the radio station. When the urgent communication failed, the faint flame of hope was finally cut off before it had time to emerge. The disappointment and loneliness gradually turned into powerless and absurd. He greedily imagined ordinary family life above the ground.There is no need to be too exaggerated, nor need to be too happy. The simplest is enough. Even the simplest dog barking seems to be able to add a little bit of anger in the universe. He even started to learn how to bark with An Ninggang. The voice, such a naive move made the smile at the corner of his mouth bloom again.Ryan thought of his younger brother, of his parents, of the days when he was drifting away unconsciously, he thought he needed to cut those fetters, but when he reached the end of life, what he missed the most was also Those fetters, the emotions mixed with regret and annoyance all evolved into bitterness, surging on the tip of the tongue.Then Ryan heard the baby crying from the radio waves.When caught off guard, Ryan was defeated.He recalled the email from his younger brother. In the email was a pair of baby feet. It was his niece. He missed her birth and also missed her baptism; he recalled the baby brother in his childhood, he used himself The chubby little hand whimpered on his little brother's feet, and then hummed a lullaby, coaxing his brother to sleep.Listening to An Ninggang's lullaby, Ryan slowly turned off the oxygen, turned off the lights, and closed all potential distress channels, then folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and hummed softly. The lullaby chanted in a low voice was like a mother's warm embrace, which once again brought him back to the place where life originated.When the boundary between life and death was lingering, Ryan saw Alex again. Alex, who had returned, was knocking on the door of the Union II. Then she came in unreasonably and talked about it. The story of returning from the dead, I found the vodka hidden by the Russian astronauts, and once again prepared for the journey of finding life again.Although there is no propulsion fuel, they can still use the landing method to move forward. Because the landing also needs fuel, and this part of the fuel is stored separately and can only be used during landing."Hey, Ryan. It's time to go home." There was a firmness in Alex's eyes.When he opened his eyes, he found that Alex didn't exist at all. Everything was Ryan's hallucination, and the low oxygen content was still humming....Matthew realized that there was a movement coming from his right hand, and turned his head subconsciously. Then he saw Eaton propping up his right hand, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand, concealing his embarrassment and panic, just here. In a scene, from hope to despair and rekindling hope, everything is hidden in those light brown eyesThey can see his movement to the cry of the baby, they can see his struggle with family fetters, and they can see his confusion about the existence of life, hidden under the skin of this spacesuit called "Ryan Stone" The soul of is telling another far-reaching and complicated story, about the greatness and insignificance of life, and the profoundness and alienation of fetters. Every audience can feel the baptism that originated from the soul.The power of performance is so powerful and shocking that the brain has stopped working and can only be baptized passively.Not only Eaton, but Matthew himself could feel the slight trembling shock, which made him feel embarrassed. In order to hide his emotions, he forced himself to lower his eyes, and then he noticed Eaton's movements; but he But I couldn't help raising my head again ~www.novelhall.com~ and looked at the big screen, and then saw the light of hope reunited in those eyes.Ryan searched for the landing manual and started the landing procedure. Soyuz II finally separated again and the cabin began to drive."Hey, Charlie, it's been a long time since the last conversation. Sorry, I haven't responded to your emails. Being busy is just an excuse. I just... I just don't know what to say.Do you remember? You always miss your baseball card, but you can't find it no matter how you find it. In fact, when I was in the fifth grade, I hid all those baseball cards and put them on your bedroom closet, so that you don't always run out to play with other friends, you can stay at home with me. Reading together.I know I know, I'm too careful. But... I just want to spend more time with you, since childhood, you are my only friend. Charlie, sorry, I never knew how to express it. If I have the opportunity to meet again, I hope I can stand in front of you and...and then listen to you telling stories about your daughter and your wife. She must be a little sweetheart, just like when you were a kid.Charlie. Sorry. I miss you; and... I love you.I will not give up. Charlie, do you hear me? I will not give up. "Ryan followed the landing manual and started to operate, while talking to himself, he didn't know if he could survive, but the words that he had never said were still spoken after all. Lifting his head, the light brown eyes were shining with crystal tears, but the smile at the corner of his mouth rose, not sadness, but hope.He pressed the start button, "Go!" The landing level was officially started.Genius remembers this site address in one second: Mobile version Reading URL:
