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For the next ten minutes or so, you 
carefully hunch over the transmitter, 
joining terminals on the antenna to the 
right spots in the port with wire and the 
welder. At one point you feel a big bead of sweat 
drip down your forehead. You go to wipe it off with 
your gloved hand and bash into your helmet.
Finally, everything looks connected.
“I think I’m done,” you say.
“Great! Step back and I will power the transmitter 
back up,” Devon responds. You take a few steps 
away and hold your breath.
“Yes! We got it! It’s working,” Devon excitedly 
shouts.
“Great job Kamari!” Sasha chimes in on the line. 
“Come on back in and make your way to control if 
you can.” she tells you. 
Taking one last look out across the lunar surface, 
you remember how scared you were just minutes 
before, but now you feel more peaceful than you 
frustration you pick up a crowbar and wedge the 
prongs under the casing, pushing down on it like a 
lever. You nearly fall over, finding it hard to balance 
in your suit. You try again and with a yelp of victory, 
the broken antenna pulls free.
“Got it,” you say.
“Check the port that it came from – can you see any 
signs of burning or broken wires?” Devon asks.
“Nope, looks clean to me,” you respond and hear 
them sigh in relief.
“Ok, good. You need to attach the new antenna 
using wires because it won’t fit the port. I’ll talk you 
through it. You’ll need the electron beam welder 
– it looks a bit like a gun. Press the trigger and you 
will see a bright beam.”
You remove the gun-shaped tool from the kit and 
point it away from you. You pull the trigger and a 
bright beam arcs from the end.
“Well, that’s cool!” you happily shout at Devon.

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