The miner

Boring – only this word came up -boring. He sat in the station on 6 weeks already and checked the miner robots. On the walls of the small cabin all small scratches and errors were discovered in full depth. When he closed his eyes, he also saw the bored system of walls and furniture.

He had time to think. He had been thinking, why had to study for 5 years, to stuck here? The boredom and closeness slowly slackened his nerves, but there was still three weeks. He knew that money was the only thing he kept here, but he felt that it was too large price.  This was his first mission on the moon. Here he could earn what others can earn on five years, but now he still felt it could not be paid.

Slack sizzling indicated the radio had turned on:

-          Hey, Pet, I'll be checking out the North Sector soon and I'll be back to the station.

-          Ok - was the not too enthusiastic answer - check the water supply system on the way back, we haven't checked it two days ago.

-          Alright.

He fell back into his thoughts and, however much he hated that feeling, was inundated with inexplicable anger. His blood was boiling and he'd start hacking and crushing. A silent scraping signaled that someone had entered to the airlock. His anger subsided and his attention was finally clinging to something. The cabin door swung open and, with some bearishness, a monster crawled through it.

-          Help me get this damn thing off - his partner frowned

-          Come on, wait for your turn - Peter said as he walked slowly to his partner and began to take off the suitcase.

They were out of this maneuver for about half an hour, and they were able to peel Roland out of space suit. His always cheerful companion climbed into one of the control armchairs, laughing.

-          Just imagine the odor trap in the dress was broken and I didn't dare to fart because I drown there - he said, laughing and interrupting with a loud crack.

Peter's former rage flared up again:

-          It is not true what big a pig you are - he exclaimed - at least you would push your stinky ass up the toilet - he yelled.

Then the anger continued to boil, and after a few minutes he stood up and hovered over the locker room, taking out his closet.

-          I'll look at the southern sector - he barked

-          Don't help? - his partner asked with a sardonic grin

-          No - was the sullen answer

He swam out to the surface and began his jumping southward motion. It took over an hour and a half to control the southern robot site. He also knew that there was no other reason for this than to let them move, since their instruments were show everything accurate, so it was just a formality. At the end of his work, he slowly looked up at the sky to once again admire the vast, elegant earth floating above him. He watched his for minutes and felt a strong desire for home that tears ran into his eyes. Slowly he turned back to the surface and saw a meteor slamming into his immediate vicinity, watching the ejecting dust slowly fall back onto the surface like slow motion video. He was completely immersed in the sight. Then, suddenly inspired by an idea, he went to take a closer look the crater. On the barren surface, the way was longer than he thought. By the time he arrived he was sweaty and took a quick breath. He looked down at the pit and found it was a pity to come here. A red light started to flickering in the corner of his eye. Suddenly he looked over and his limbs stiffened, the sweat cooled in his forehead and he looked at the flashing numbers in horror. There was only enough air in the tank for 10 minutes and he was at least 2 hours away from the base. The panic multiplied he’s strength and, with huge leaps, left the path, he went as the crow flies. Meanwhile, he cursed himself and his foolishness for having to perish under such circumstances. The anger and panic took his mind away so he didn't notice the crack that was before him. He jumped up and watched his eyes widen as he slowly but perforce approached to the depth.

Darkness surrounded him. As he began to recover, he realized that he was lying somewhere, and even through the hard spacesuit, he felt the pressure of the sharp rocks beneath him. It was then that he realized where he was and what had happened to him. His eyes ran through the display at the speed of light, disappointed that he was only five minutes out of life. His head become clear; the former panic disappeared suddenly. When he realized how stupid he had been, his heart sank. He lifted his eyes and wandered around the darkness that covered everything. The helmet lamp may have been damaged because it was not lit. He tried the radio, "oh, if this comes to mind before the frantic rush," he tried desperately, but the rocks towering over him overshadowed everything. At first, he did not notice it, then considered the faint glow that shone in the dark front of him. After all, he came to the conclusion that it was only the sun as it drifted into the enormous depth.  His indifference still left him, but as there was nothing to do, he set off in the dim light. His indifference still didn't leave him, but as there was nothing to can do, he set off to the dim light. Walking was difficult. He probably hit his hips because he was limping on one leg. The everywhere scattered stones always rolled out from his feet, he has been moving forward on the moon with grotesque stumbling instead of such light leaps. Soon he reached a smooth wall with two stone pillars forming a regular arch. And the rock between them resembled a door. Even in despair, the shock surmounted.  Is there an intelligent being creature on the moon? Away from all where people were? Slowly he ventured closer. His hand finger the door as it slipped aside and opened a dark tunnel in front of it. To his astonishment, he entered the room almost selfishly. He didn't even notice that the stone slipped back into place. A light was lit above his head, and his eyes went around like a frightened trapped beast. Suddenly a loud beep and a crazy cavalcade of warning lights indicated that the last drop of air had run out. This rumble dragged he back to his desperate position when a cold metallic voice spoke:

-          The pressure is equalized and helmet can be removed.

He had heard this voice hundreds of times as he entered the base’s flood gate, but now, in this unlikely situation, he was so confused that he didn't even know what to do for a moment. His throat was suddenly stiff and unable to breathe. From far deeper than he was aware of the command, he obeyed and tore off the helmet of the space suit with elemental force. Like some drowning in the water, he gasped for air. He was dizzy from the sudden inflow of air and fell to the ground.

The base, which was not too spacious, had shrunk to a microscopic size because of the many strangers’ bustles in it. The two miners were averse to the sudden increase in numbers, and though the crowds were very annoying, they didn't bother them too much now that they spent most of the day at the base (so-called alien facility). As it turned out, he found a whole-carved complex on that almost-miserable walk. Beyond the access sluice, a network of halls and living rooms lined up. The use of tools was not always understood, but it was clearly built by creatures of high technical advance. What surprised them the most was that almost everything was working and the station had apparently been abandoned for a long time.

They helped strangers pack all the movable objects what they found there. It makes busy them and filled their lives. Most of the objects could not decide what their destination was, and they were very silent when asked about their guests. One time they were sitting in the kitchen crowded and talking about what they were doing that day when Roland asked something interesting:

-          Which earthly authority could have made this base, and for what purpose?  - and though he received an answer to his poets' greatest surprise.

-          Not this time ... - One of them said, and as if he realized he had said too much, he quickly bit the end of the sentence. Pet immediately struck down the sudden "generosity" and quickly asked further questions.

-          You mean an ancient civilization could reach a level where it could create such a base?

The guests quickly looked at each other and left the room. Many more could not be winkle out from the aliens afterwards, and when they prepared the transport, which included the packed objects, the aliens left with the transport. The remaining week that Peter had left until his return home was very slow. He searched the earth news several times a day, but found nothing but a brief announcement:

“Miners working on the moon have found a special formation. A separate team of scientists is working to investigate the formation of the formation. "

The week was finally over, and after the not to sentimental farewell, he set off for transport to the ground. For a long time, he looked out from the cabin’s window to the wonderful blue earth. He thought this blue is not look like any other. As he watched the continents unfold, his eyes were flushed with tears, he longed for him to walk on the ground, breathe in the open air, and meet people. His muscles tensed as if he could make a jump there, then slowly relaxed and lowered his head. When he raised his eyes and hung them on the monitors, watching as he moved away from the docking station of the moon: silently as if it were a vision or a dream.

To be continued