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I huddled in the shadow of the wreckage of the spaceship "Pioneer", and the vital signs monitor on my wrist was cutting the dead silence with a sharp beep. The oxygen content of 18% makes every breath feel like swallowing glass shards, and the body temperature of 32°C is like a candle in the wind on a cold night of minus 50°C. Lao Chen was curled up in the recess of the spacecraft five meters away. Dark red ice crystals leaked out of the nano gauze in the cracks in his damaged protective suit - a mixture of radiation dust and blood. This is the seventy-second hour since we woke up on the desert star "Ashes-7".