Date: 6/27/2018
By wakeup4makeup
I was in a competition to launch a rocket into outer space. I was with a group of people and a bunch of different rockets were in a row. Then we were racing to pick a rocket. I ran to the closest one and had to remove plastic wrapping before I could enter the cockpit. Once I was in, I saw a massive pile of paper which must have been the instructions. My rocket had a lid that was made of a mesh metal and dropped around my head. The cockpit was incredibly small and I had just enough room to turn around but not to get dressed in the provided space suit. I started freaking out because at any minute this thing would launch itself and I needed to be dressed and know how to operate the rocket, including the interior lights, temperature control (it was hot as hell in there) and how to maneuver it. Time was running out, and then it finally started moving to the launch pad. I freaked out and finally opened the hatch, sweating and screaming for someone to stop the rocket. A group of people came over and dragged me out and turned over the rocket so it wouldn’t launch. I felt defeated. I watched them decommissioning the rocket and realized everything was voice command, so operating it would have been so easy. But I was out of the race and was told to return to the barracks where I would live until everyone else from the race got back.