Nearly a month out into the black and without a single outpost to be found within tens of thousands of light years in any direction, he reflected serenely on the journey thus far and the wealth of exobiological data stored in the systems of his Artemis suit as he tossed the remote camera drone towards the Scarab parked nearby, hoping it would manage to capture the first of many brilliant images detailing his voyage.
It was only then, in those brief moments as the heat of the nearby magma vent began to crescendo across his suit and then irradiate through it and into his skin, suffusing him with a comforting warmth that quickly turned anguished and then excruciating due to the lava that had begun to spew forth onto his body with horrific alacrity, that he finally realized he had made a most egregious, costly, and terminally novice mistake.
It was only then, in those brief moments as the heat of the nearby magma vent began to crescendo across his suit and then irradiate through it and into his skin, suffusing him with a comforting warmth that quickly turned anguished and then excruciating due to the lava that had begun to spew forth onto his body with horrific alacrity, that he finally realized he had made a most egregious, costly, and terminally novice mistake.
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