“Damn, Tony, it works.”
“How about that.”
“Listen!” Bill shouted again. “Take this up the ladder! Then I’ll attach the other end to him. Once on top, loop it over a strut and start pulling while I push him up from underneath. Understand?”
“Understand! Will do!” was Xu’s reply.
Moments later, Dr. Xu, holding the tether in one hand, began climbing. The first five feet went smoothly, but then he abruptly stopped. After pausing, he resumed his ascent, but at a slower and more clumsy-appearing gait.
“Tony, can you see him? What is going on?”
“He looks to be confused as best I can tell, Bill,” Tony said.
“He stopped being much help and has become real damn clumsy.”
“His extremities must be getting very cold, Bill. He probably has to watch his hands and feet on each and every step since he isn’t getting any feedback from them. One misstep near the top and we may lose him.” Bill was beginning to be glad he had brought Anthony Chow, M.D. along.
Dr. Xu was moving very slowly at this point. He was only slightly more than halfway up and Stetson was starting to doubt that he could make it. Stetson looked around, trying to come up with plan B.
“He’s taking too long,” said Stetson.
Painfully slowly, the doctor climbed to within the last few rungs of the ladder from the top. He swayed, and Stetson steeled himself for what seemed inevitable—a twenty-foot fall to the lunar surface. The swaying stopped and the doctor reached for the next rung. Finally, he made it to the top and the relative safety of the platform, upon which he collapsed. Miraculously, he did not drop the tether.
Stetson paused, not sure of what he should do next. Without the Chinese doctor pulling while he pushed, it would be impossible to get the unconscious pilot to the top of the ladder.
The tether moved, slowly at first, and then it rapidly became taut. Looking up, Stetson was surprised to see Tony Chow’s faceplate looking down at him. Chow gave him the thumbs-up sign.
“Bill, let’s get your guy up here, and then one of us can go through the airlock with him. If you’re ready, then let’s get this done.” Tony’s voice sounded fresh, enthusiastic, and very, very good.
Stetson grabbed and lifted the limp pilot’s body as Tony pulled it from above using the rope. Slowly they lifted him up to the platform that surrounded the habitat.
Once on top, they carried the two Chinese to the ship’s airlock and stuffed them inside. The airlock was designed to hold two fully suited astronauts who were standing under their own power. Getting two limp bodies upright and into a room that was only slightly larger than a broom closet with a third astronaut was quite a challenge.
As he waited for the airlock to cycle and his turn to enter, Stetson looked out over the lunar surface toward the boulders that obscured the damaged Chinese lander.
At first Stetson thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he soon realized that the motion in the distance was real. The shape of another spacesuited human was now clearly visible as it walked toward the American lander.
“What the…?” Stetson said. “Tony, I think the fourth taikonaut has decided to join us. He’s walking toward us now.”
“I wonder what took him so long. Does he look like he’ll need help? He’s bound to be out of power like these guys.”
“Don’t know,” Stetson said. “I can’t tell. He doesn’t look like he needs help. When you get inside, give him a shout.”
Another five minutes went by before Stetson heard anything from Chow. In the meantime, the Chinese taikonaut had gotten much closer. From what Stetson could tell, he didn’t look like he was going to need any help.
“Bill. I’m in. I’ve got three unconscious Chinese in here. They are all breathing, but it’s too early to tell if there has been any brain damage. But everywhere I step, there’s people.”
“Good work, Tony.” This drew a smile from Stetson and was really the first good news he’d had in an hour or two. “That’s a good problem to have. There’ll soon be two more of us in there. Hopefully, we will be able to stand under our own power.”
“That’s a good thing. It’s getting pretty crowded in here,” Chow replied.
“Hey, how’d you know we could touch helmets and talk like that?” Bill asked Chow.
“I read it in a science fiction novel once when I was a kid.
“I’ll be damned.”
“Well, if you are, it’ll be standing room only.”
Stetson figured it must be very crowded at maximum capacity inside the Altair now. The simple fact of the matter being that the Altair’s ascent stage was designed to hold four people under very Spartan conditions. To sleep, the astronauts would string hammocks and sleep two on each side with one directly above another. There was not enough room to have four cots on the floor. For getting back into space, it was assumed that the four astronauts would be standing. Six standing astronauts would be a tight fit, but doable. Having one or more of their number lying on the ground could make things complicated. Having three on the floor was something he hadn’t planned on.
“Agreed, Tony,” Stetson replied. “That’s a good problem to have. I’m just glad that we’ll be coming home with all of them.”
