I woke up from the panicked screams of the neural network* and convulsive wheezing. My wheezing. My lungs were burning from lack of oxygen, my eyes were dark, I couldn’t raise my arms or my head. I think I’m suffocating, I thought, and mechanically hit myself with biotics**. Wasted, in all directions. In response, a suspicious crunch was heard, but no air appeared. Stop!!! I'm in a spacesuit. I feel myself. That's right, in a spacesuit. Why is there no air?!!! Are the batteries dead? Naughty hands groped for spare parts in my pocket, “we must have time to replace them,” I thought, trying to hold on to my blackout consciousness, but I didn’t have time - a split second later I heard the hiss of the lid opening. Air. How good. Invigorating and cold air. Burning cold. I coughed from the fine icy mist that got into my throat, raised by the biotics and the lid bursting open. Text on 12.04.2017@book451