It stands there, not moving.
Our three friends look at the space-suited figure, and they see a face
through the clear plastic space helmet. The face's eyes are looking at
them. Stobey, Slutter and Chug do not need space suits since they're
where they live all the time. They're used to getting around just the way
they are, but people who come off space liners, they know, aren't able to
get around without their own kind of air and pressure. One of the jobs
of a space suit is to hold the right kind and mix of air and pressure for
the wearers. The space suits do look strange, though.
'Whatever it is, it's just standing there,' Stobey says.
'Sure is,' adds Slutter. 'I wonder whatever is in that space suit looks like.'
'Me, too, Chug mumbles.
The space-suited figure starts down the ladder. As it leaves the doorway
another space-suited figure appears. That one, too, looks around and
starts down the ladder.
Stobey, Slutter and Chug run to the bottom of the ladder.
'Hi,' Stobey says.
A voice comes out of a speaker panel on the strange figure's helmet.
'Hello,' it says, followed a moment later by a 'Hello' from the other space
suit.
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