In Space No One Can Hear Your Fanaticism.
The doors slowly cycled open, exposing a pitch-black airlock.
“Suit, night vision,” Kline almost screamed, as he imagined mutated terraformers lunging out of the dark.
His augmented night vision only revealed closed inner lock doors.
Now came the situation he dreaded. He would have to close the outer doors to open the inner doors. He would be all by himself with no quick avenue for escape.
Kline waited for the outer door to close and seal, but, as expected, there was no rush of air in into the airlock. He leapt across the inner lock to the interior door's control panel and was shocked to see three slots again. Without any thought, he jammed a cell into a slot.