The black things were coming for me but I just blasted any that came near me. My radiation tank was still in the mid-eighties, so I had plenty of steam left.
Though those things liked light- they weren't a fan of heat- it would seem.
Actually, even without any air, or anything, I could make plasma out of nowhere. Something was seriously wrong with this world and it wasn't me.
I reached the outskirts of the moon and slowly got pulled in by gravity. This planet was small and it wasn't rotating. But its gravity was strong (maybe not as strong as earth's) and it pulled me fast.
There wasn't any atmosphere and I still wasn't breathing. The feeling really was eerie.
Anyway, the ground was coming up fast.
And all this floating around, the use of radiation, and all that had given me something. A feeling: a bit of confidence.