SD: Why might I be locked in this concrete room sir?

HT: Sensitive information.

SD: Okay?

HT: Uhg! Don't you get that you're the only one - highest in rank and intelligence – that gets to understand why our organization exists?

SD: I thought everyone did, knowing that the acronym means National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I mean, that's what we do.

HT: Well... at one time the acronym meant that. But now –

SD: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you saying that the acronym practically means nothing now?

HT: We still deal with Aeronautics and out – of – this – world discovery. But, we've kind of gone on to monitoring Ground 2 and scheming against it.

SD: What sort of scheming?

HT: Exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.

SD: ...

HT: Nineteen years since our planet split apart. Do you see any signs of the two halves of our world coming back together to repair itself?

SD: I guess not.

HT: You certainly don't! and now the two halves drift aimlessly in space, far apart from one another. Ground 2, the most disturbing half of our planet, has yet to heal its atmosphere and give off the oxygen needed for its residents. Our half never had that problem, and that is why we're supplying them with a large canister full of a whole year's worth of oxygen in a few months. The canister will also offer a makeshift atmosphere for that year's being. But, eventually it'll run out.

SD: So? We supply them with another large, year's worth supply of oxygen.

HT: You don't get it do you? That canister took all of eighteen years to fill. Once it's year's supply is gone, there will be no more oxygen left. And don't even think about us supplying more of those small oxygen canisters. They're a waste of material and my money!

SD: But sir. I thought we were close to finding a solution? We have that special metal that'll meld with the two halves of the core, making it complete again. All we need is a method of propulsion to inch us towards Ground 2.

HT: How do you know about Project ST1K!?

SD: Word passes on. Plus, the walls are very thin. It's not hard to overhear when someone practically shouts their discovery.

HT: Hmm. I'll have to see to that... You shouldn't know about that. I might just have to fire you for knowing about it.

SD: If you do that, there'll be nothing left of you and your precious "N.A.S.A." after I reveal your scheme against Ground 2 to the whole half of Ground 1. Hey, maybe even better, I could reveal it to Ground 2!

HT: Don't bother. We know how to deal with troublemakers like you. Guards, contain her!

SD: I should've known! You dirty rat.

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