Monday, July 21st 1969
THE MOON—Jesus fucking Christ.
The distant, lonely, mysterious satellite that has fascinated mankind since the dawn of time is distant and lonely no more.At 4:17 p.m. EST yesterday, astronauts Neil Armstrong and Edwin E. Aldrin Jr. touched down on the Sea of Tranquility in the lunar module Eagle and radioed back to Earth the historic report: “Jesus fucking Christ, Houston. We’re on the fucking Moon.”
[…]What follows is a partial transcript of the radio communication between the astronauts on the Moon’s Tranquility Base and NASA personnel at mission control on Earth:
TRANQUILITY BASE: This is Tranquility Base. The Eagle has landed. Jesus H. Christ, Houston. We’re on the fucking Moon. Over.
HOUSTON: Roger, Tranquility, we copy you. We cannot believe you are on the fucking Moon. Repeat: Cannot fucking believe it. Over.
TRANQUILITY: It was a smooth touchdown. The Moon, for Christ’s sake, the Moon. Over.
HOUSTON: Roger that. You’re clear for T1, walking on the Moon. Over.
TRANQUILITY: We copy. Walking on Moon. Jesus. Over.
HOUSTON: You’re cleared to hook up Lunar Equipment Conveyor. To walk (pause) fucking walk on the Moon. Over.
TRANQUILITY: LEC attached. Platform lined up. Checking ingress. Over. […]
HOUSTON: You’re clear, Tranquility. Proceed. Over. […]
TRANQUILITY: I’m on the bottom rung of the ladder. Just one more step, and I’m… (long pause)
HOUSTON: Tranquility?
TRANQUILITY: Holy (pause) living (long pause) fuck. (Long pause) Fuck!
HOUSTON: Tranquility, do you copy?
TRANQUILITY: Are you fucking believing this? Over.
HOUSTON: We read you. Over.
TRANQUILTIY: I abso-fucking-lutely am standing on the surface of the fucking Moon. I am talking to you from the god-damned fucking Moon. Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket.
HOUSTON: Holy Shit.
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