IT'S ALL MY FAULT, OR THE BEANSTALK SUCKS

Abstract

[...]once before I died (and I was wondering whether it would be the radiation or freezing - who knew?), I wanted to see the Sun again. [...]I climbed back down to tell Sanchez and J ohnston that our prospects for food weren't good, but when I opened the door, I realized that neither of them wanted to live in what was left of the world ... what a mess. [...]I hadn't bothered to install a closing mechanism on the canister.