บท 195: Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Four, Desert, Loneliness, Shit-Stirring Stick

The girl took off her helmet and her short, black hair floated up.

She extended her index finger and gently tapped a compressed biscuit crumb. The latter slowly moved back under the nudge, colliding with a second piece of biscuit.

The second spun and hit a third piece.

Six pieces of biscuit lined up like dominoes. Each biscuit would hit the biscuit after it after every connection as kinetic energy kept passing through them. However, the biscuits were ultimately items that were nonuniform and easy to crumble. Unable to move regularly like Newton's cradle, they soon scattered and flew in different directions.

Mai Dong breathed out a white fog as she reached out to stop them.

The Crystal's temperature was very cold at around –4°C. This was when it faced the Sun and had the sunlight hit upon the walls. When the space station went behind Mars, its temperature would drop further, reaching its lowest just before sunrise at a low –10°C.