Now we’re coasting forward at the speed of light, just cruising through space like astronauts do, when, suddenly: look there, straight ahead — it’s a whole lot of boulders . . .
“Oh no: asteroids!” we all yell.
They’re heading directly toward us. What a shock. So we hasten to man our control panels and manipulate the knobs, buttons, joysticks, and steering columns. We use our wing-mounted laser-guns to shoot at the obstructions, hoping to disintegrate them. We also ramp up our protective force-field to the highest level.
But this asteroid belt is too thick for our defensive measures; so we ultimately must rely on our piloting skills and manually maneuver the shuttle around these flying rocks.
“They’re chipping the paint on our ship as they continue to pummel us,” I cry while pointing, “look: blam, blam, blam! It’s as destructive as a hailstorm to a car lot. If we ever make it out of this predicament, I wonder how many dents our spaceship will have.”
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