"That's one giant step!" Noy exclaimed while threading the needle through vast canyons of regolith kicking up lunar dust like gunpowder within an astronaut footprint. Plato tricked the human who could never be accused of overthinking anything into believing he had a better idea to save the day than the task force's campaign. Noy's impulse to go it alone armed with a catchphrase, "Let's dance like nobody's watching," (you know, because they were really really small) resulted in an epic fail that fractured the last line of defense apart... and he scream-cried.

Drifting independently in space, from this unique perspective Noy was awestruck by the beauty of our Goldilocks planet rotating on its axis; round like a marble slightly bulging at the equator, flattened at its magnetized polar caps with a thin biosphere membrane of blue oceans, brown and green landmasses, and swirling weather systems, all hanging upon nothing within the sun's gravitational hold.

"Wow. It really is round. Everyone, I am sorry," the earthling said through his gleaming comm badge to his fellow five-star rated executive planetary protection agents.