Ah, I enjoy feelings of accomplishment, I should achieve more often. Please enjoy today's triumph of productivity:
An endlessly wide vista restricted by a tinted visor, a tiny window constricting a million points of light into a singular, suffocating portal. A body hopelessly quarantined from unfathomably vast areas inhabited by nothing, through which anything could pass effortlessly. Unstable hands drenched in unshakable perspiration attempt in vain to attain the precise movements in which they have been vigorously trained. Nervous lungs selfishly pull in more oxygen than could possibly be of use. Tense ventricles under pressure to propel volumes of lifeblood. A being, in a position that elicits feelings of freedom and insignificance to all others instead perceives imprisonment and despair. The robotic limb clumsily ensnares the most significant of the myriad cables and wires. Frantic, perpetually moving eyes fail to differentiate random from dire. An open radio channel converts panicked blubbering from audible noise to ghostly waves and back again. Jagged steel joints act as impromptu scissors and shear the cable. Tom? ... Tom? ... Thus ends the spacewalk of the first, and last, claustrophobic astronaut.
P.S. Plagiarism is for 8th graders who can't write English papers
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