“Houston, this is NA1SS, checking in.”, said astronaut Phil Flemmings, of the International Space Station. He turned to the only other person on board with him, Jeremy Jones. “They’re not answering buddy. Any idea why?”
Jeremy looked out the window, and saw the earth rotating in all its majesty. He lost himself in his thoughts, feeling a moment of wistful pangs as his missed his family….and girls. He missed girls. Phil was nice and all, but his blowjobs weren’t nearly as good as the ones he got from his girlfriend back home.
“Nope. The green giant looks the same as it always has. Must be a solar flare or something. Did you run diagnostics?”
Phil turned back to the instrument panels, and began pressing a few buttons, checking for signs of error or damage. “And that’s a nope.”, he shrugged, but the worry in his eyes was evident. They’d occasionally gone without signal from home base for an hour or two, but this had been most of a day, the longest it had ever been.