48 Hours a Day

“Uh, have either of you seen my gloves?” Collins came out of Zhang Heng like a ghost with a bowl of unhydrated pork and potatoes.

“I don't know, but a minute ago it seemed to drift over my head.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Did you just watch it fly away? ”

“It seems so. ”

“Okay.”

“You can look in the moon compartment, it should be drifting in that direction. ”

“Collins, did you get the wrong toothbrush?” Armstrong also probed at this time and took it seriously.

“Did you? I obviously put my name on it. ”

“Yes, and you put it on my toothbrush.” Armstrongton, “and, remember, cleaning the fuel cells, who's going to clean up the hygiene? ”

Zhang Heng raised his hand, “It's my turn. ”

“I'll do it.” Collinsdale, "you have a big day ahead of you, don't you?” After he finished, he patted Zhang Heng's shoulder again. "Be sure to come back safely. ”

“Don't worry about me, Neil will be back safe.” Zhang Hengdao.

Collins frowned and didn't understand what Zhang Heng meant.

But at this point, the radio communication system also sends a voice from the ground control center, "Apollo 11, this is Houston, and in a minute you'll be in orbit around the moon, over and out. ”

“Roger, Houston, we'll be ready, over.” Armstrong said, then turned around to Zhang Hengdao, "You haven't had breakfast yet, eat more, we have a lot of work to do after landing on the moon, time will be very tight. ”

Zhang Heng nodded, however, his heart was clear that he would not be on the moon for too long. Zhang Heng looked down at the starfish in his eyes. The distance was only 5: 55 minutes, which translated according to the time flow rate of reality and copy, which meant that he had only 4 hours left in the world.

That's why he told Collins earlier that Neil would be back safely, and that, as for himself, once he left, he would no longer step into the command room.

Twenty minutes later, all three of them suspended their work at hand and came under the starboard window, where they had a clearer view of the surface of the moon, and now Apollo XI was just over a hundred kilometers from the moon's surface.

The moon itself does not emit light, but it can reflect about 7% of the visible light.

Through the starboard window, the three of you can see the undulations and trenches on the surface of the moon, just like the surface of the hive, the pit depressions, Zhang Heng knows that it is a sloped long rock, a volcanic rock, made of lava cooling, which makes up the lunar shell, while the lunar mantle is made up of stronger basalt, which has more iron than the ground mantle, and the innermost nucleus of the moon, which is melted iron, and contains a small amount of sulfur and nickel.

“Well, that seems to be our destination.” Corinth, “we'll soon be separated, hoping you won't miss me too much. ”

“Thank you, Michael, you can eat all the chicken salad while I'm gone.” Zhang Heng echoed.

“I wouldn't take that as a joke.” Collins pretends to think seriously two seconds later, “you two take care, and I'll wait here for you, and we'll go back to Earth together. ”

Armstrong remained silent, and the rumor nodded.

Zhang Heng used his last time to get ready for the month before, gave up those everyday items, only brought the game props on him, put on his space suit, then he and Armstrong entered the moon deck "Eagle", and Armstrong closed the hatch door.

“Houston, this is Eagle, and David and I have entered the moon compartment, and the weight-bearing leg has unfolded, in good condition, over. ”

“Eagle, this is Houston, please confirm your ship is powered by Vinyl Glycerol Line One. ”

“This is Eagle, we're on line one, over.” Zhang Hengdao.

Corinth's voice was also heard in the transmitter, "This is the Command Service Cabin Columbia, and the twelve pins are sealed, and I'm going to turn on manual mode, which is expected to separate the Eagle in 20 minutes. ”

“Copy that.”

“Good luck to you. ”

To minimize weight, Zhang Heng and Armstrong stood in front of the control panel. As lunar cabin drivers, Zhang Heng would take on the main driving tasks next, and he would need the Eagle to land smoothly at the designated location.

This will be a challenge to him, but the more calm Zhang Heng's mind is at this time.

Armstrong was worried that Zhang Heng's training time was too short, but when he saw the latter's eyes, he knew Zhang Heng was ready.

“OK, here we go.” After the countdown, Corinth pulled the joystick to complete the separation of the command service module and the moon deck.

“This is Houston. Please remain in flight, Eagle. Pay attention to your fuel. ”

“Roger, Houston.” Zhang Heng carefully controlled the landing of the moon deck towards the surface of the moon.

Soon after, however, they were in trouble and the alarm lights on the dashboard suddenly flashed.

“Computer overload, we lost radar.” Zhang Heng looked at the eye indicator.

“Roger that, Eagle, pick your own landing site. ”

“Roger, Houston.” Armstrong replied.

But the two of them didn't have time to breathe, and the alarm lights on the dashboard turned on.

“Program alert," Zhang Heng frowned, "Error code 1202, what is this Houston? ”

“1202, roger, we're on it, Eagle. ”

Zhang Heng manually turned off the alarm, but less than half a minute later, a program alarm sounded, and the altitude gauge also stopped at 4000 feet, which means Zhang Heng could only land with his naked eye.

Things started to get less optimistic, but when the two of them had no other choice but to land at about 2,500 feet, Zhang Heng and Armstrong realized that they had strayed from their target location.

What really kills me, however, is the next failure of the fuel meter.

At Zhang Heng's last confirmation, the fuel remaining in the propulsion system could still be ignited for about 30 seconds, and a huge deep valley appeared in front of the Eagle. The radar failed. Zhang Heng did not know how wide the deep valley was or how deep it was.

He needs to make a decision in the shortest possible time, whether to risk accelerating the forced landing in front of the deep valley or find a way to fly over the deep valley in front of him.

At this critical juncture, Zhang Heng suddenly started his own wireless Bluetooth headset for the AirPods with the game props.

A familiar voice came from the communication channel, "Reminder of friendship, you still have 23 seconds of fuel to use. ”