WP - You Are On The Space Station and Earth Implodes

Boom. The earth erupted like the throbbing head of a syphilis pustule. The event was witnessed by two men, likely more, traveling at thousands of miles an hour in the International Space Station. 
 
 `` Well, fuck...'' said Astronaut Tom to Cosmonaut Aleksandr. Without the Earth's gravitation pull, the station would be hurled into space and left to drift like a tin can blowing through an abandoned parking lot. 
 
 A long silence passed between the two men. Tom thought of all the people he knew, people that were now nothing more than spiraling bits of cosmic debris.'Did it hurt?' he wondered.'Did a flash of panic cross my children's eyes as they were incinerated?' 
 
 Aleksandr looked past Tom, toward the astral deluge that was once his home and considered the rations aboard the space station. He considered the green room, complete with plants grown in UV light. He considered the rations of tubed meat and shrink-wrapped water. He was a proud, lumbering ass-hole of a man. By God, or Beast, or Thor, or whatever those guys worshipped, he was a goddamned Russian; he would eat meat until the day he died. He looked at Tom and saw little water droplets rise from his tear ducts and float like amoebas into the space station's controlled environment. 
 
'He would eat meat until the day he died,' Aleksandr repeated in his mind. Even if he had to fight Comrade Putin or Trotsky or whoever the fucking asshole Russians idolize, he'd damn well do it. He would eat meat until the day he died. 
 
 Tom began to breathe heavily. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe this was all merely a psychological disturbance brought on by his subconscious anxieties, and constructed from the fodder of his waking life. After all, it was rather ridiculous to have both a beautiful, gentil, respectable and well-mannered American who looked like a 1950's action hero ( complete with chin dimple ) on board a space station with a stupid, ogre of an idiot, asshole Russian. Was n't it? 
 What was real after all? Was it reasonable to believe that he, Tom, was truly one of the statistical and historical anomalies sent by the human race to meander his way into the cosmos? No, it was n't. 
 
 Tom felt lightheaded. 
 
 Aleksandr looked over at his companion ( but not comrade ) and insinuated that things might get a bit tricky from here on out, but that he was willing to compromise if the two men could team up and conquer the remaining crew, keeping them alive as a meat source. 
 
 `` What?'' said Tom. `` I do n't speak Russian, you idiot.'' 
 
 With that, he left to pray to Jesus. 
 
 EXEUNT 
 
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