Options for Rock's journey to the moon were virtually infinite. He knew he had to make a choice, which had apparently been mandated by some omnipotent deity, but as far as he could figure, none were even remotely safe.
Best Rock understood, the vehicle he chose would not be able to decelerate, so he had to balance the speed of the trip against the safety of landing at that speed. After no more than a few seconds of consideration, he knew he was in all likelihood doomed either way. It seemed he was asked to choose between death from the force of impact and years of exposure to the harshness of outer space.
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