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You are not an astronaut, Yet somehow you find yourself trapped in Europa, A Moon, only ice and sea below it, You are in an improvised tent you made with parts of the rocket, Almost dying of the cold, you can't go out, or touch the sea, In either of those cases, you'll die of hypothermia, You stay in a corner, shivering, As the only heat you have is from the Drill that was originally Intended to go alone
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