The flowers of the explosions are blooming in a straight line below, and the building I am bombarding is already half engulfed in fire. My ship shakes, dives, then lights up too, and then I eject into the capsule, which, obeying automatic control systems, now independently dodges enemy missiles, and shoots back, and tends forward, forward, down, down, and then falls apart, and I land gently. The joints of the suit click dryly when I touch the ground with my soles, then the shock absorbers turn off, and now I pierce the dummies approaching me with a laser beam, and grenades fly from my hands, and supersonic waves destroying protoplasm run away from me like the ringing of some invisible bell. (Depth of field), Fujica GW690 camera, 20mm medium-format film.