Jag tror att det är Vacuum-Packed Picnic av Rick Gauger
Den har en picknick på månytan, vilket leder till den ursprungliga affischens tryst:
“A picnic. How would you like to go on a picnic? With me,” I said, blurting out the first idiocy that came into my mind. “If you like, I’ll take you to one of my favorite spots. It’s not far, just a short walk from the base.”
Her reaction was everything I could have hoped for. Her delicate mouth dropped open a little. “You’re kidding. An outdoor picnic?”
“Why, sure,” I lied. “It’s a new recreation we’ve come up with here on the moon.
Den har en dammsäker tältkupol:
You know what survival tents are. They’re what’s inside those emergency boxes you see everywhere on the moon.
De tar två, knyter samman dem och har ett "möte" i ett, och lämnar kläder / rätter i det andra:
“Now I can give you the attention you deserve,”
(Jag bestämde mig för att hålla den delen säker för jobbet.)
De två bubblorna skiljer sig från varandra, vilket var vad som gick "hemskt", och lämnade dem naken i en, och deras kläder / rätter i den andra:
The other tent, the one with our stuff in it, had become detached from the tent we were in. The two door gaskets had separated, the air had escaped, and now the other tent was lying collapsed over our suits, our helmets, our boots, our underwear, the food container, Stacy’s backpack, the dirty dishes. All of it was out there in the clean, fresh vacuum I had been talking about. We were left buck -naked in the tent, with nothing but the blankets and my backpack.
De måste då återvända hem genom att rulla bubblan:
“Try to shuffle your feet toward the edge of the floor,” I said. The tent slowly rolled onto its side, the scraps of blanket sliding downward as the tent floor tilted upward. The rim of the tent flattened on the ground. It was like standing inside a -huge flat tire.