Fan:Why Frank Has the Thingy On the Back Of His Helmet: A Story from Frank
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It was 1987. I was doing what I do best: exploring. Specifically, looking for more Uranium. I was checking in every few minutes back at the base. About 5.7 hours into the operation, signals stopped. I tried again. Nothing.
I knew something was wrong and headed quickly toward the base. I still tried a signal to the location, but every attempt failed. I might have gone past the rover's speed limit.
Half of the base was blown up. Half of it. It took me a second to realize that a missile was coming right in my face.
I didn't die. My perfect, sleek, billions-of-dollars-state-of-the-art helmet was blown up. I took it as a signal that the Good Lord or whoever's out there wanted me to live. But to live, I needed another helmet. Seriously. I needed thicker oxygen.
You're heard stories about adrenalin, and how people lifted rovers and stuff like that. Well, I ran as fast as a Spaceship. Luckily (another sign I was supposed to live), the astronaut suit replacement parts was not blown up yet. So I went there.
I was breathing so hard when I got into the oxygen zone. That breathing nearly stopped when I saw two things: No helmet for me, and the bombs were nearing me. There was only one place left - if I could make it.
The rejects.
Bombs were practically following me, like the movies. As I was running down the rejects, there were a whole lot of helmets for me to choose. So, I just picked one out while I was running. All that mattered was that oxygen was flowing to my mouth from my tanks.
I made it out just in time. With a reject helmet. The helmet just had excess plastic, luckily. I grabbed a spaceship and went Home.
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