It isn’t until later, during a photo shoot, that I find out I had flatlined – I actually died – in the centrifuge. Even though my heart stopped for only three or four seconds, a possibility that Pelligra had described at the prebriefing, the discovery shakes me. I have second thoughts about my willingness to do more experiments.
I got motion sickness just reading this, but then I can’t even sit on a child’s swing anymore (vertigo: bleacgh).
I hadn’t realized zero-G had that much effect on the body: it would be a bad idea to have our Mars explorers become amoebas en route.