[ WP ] You 're an astronaut on the first mission to the moon since the 1970 's . You begin to dig for samples in the soft sentiment when your shovel hits something soft , yet tough . You brush the dirt away , revealing a dead man in a bloody spacesuit .

It's truly an honor to have been chosen for this. Years of preparation, months of intense training and weeks of intense anticipation. Worth it. 
 
 The trip was exciting, yet surreal. I remember it more like a dream than anything. Beautiful and empty at the same time. When we arrived, Captain Parker and myself, a lunar geologist, were sat in awe for a few minute. To be here... was a unique experience in the truest sense of the word. 
 
 `` Alright gentlemen. You have full commencement authorization. Captain Parker, take the North Quadrant. Lieutenant Kent, take the East, over the ridge on your map at 1.1 clicks. Disembark at will. Over.'' 
 Thank God for radio. This was already unnerving. 
 
 I crossed the ridge in awesome silence and ever more intense worry. I maneuvered to my knees and began to dig. 
 
 `` Captain, I've got something. This... this is n't dirt.'' 
 `` Lieutenant, what's wrong?'' 
 `` Sir, this.. oh dear Christ..'' 
 
 was I hallucinating? There's no way this should be here.. 
 
 `` Dammit Kent; what do you see?!?'' 
 `` Sir... it's an.. it appears to be an astronaut sir.'' 
 
 A moment of still silence. 
 
 ``..stay where you are. Give me your coordinates.'' 
 whimpered the Captain 
 
 He found me sitting, staring at the body I had unearthed. He soon joined me. This simply could n't be real, we refused to believe it. It..it looked fresh, the blood still wet. We were the first men to set foot here in nearly sixty years.... right? Slowly, we got to our feet and, in unspoken agreement, brought the body back to the lander. It felt heavier than it should. 
 
 `` CUT!'' came a loud voice from the intercom. `` Oh Jesus'' muttered the Captain, poorly hiding his frustration. A heavy metal door swung open behind us. Not again, I thought. `` What is it now Kent? 127 tries?'' Asked the Captain. 
 
 `` What the hell was that? I did n't believe the fear for a damn second.'' barked the man. 
 
 `` 128'' I muttered to Parker. 
 
 `` What was that?'' Said the man. 
 
 `` Nothing. Sorry Mr. Kubrick''. 
 

