Complete the short story / flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
“I feel like Moses,” the Pilot said as he turned away from the viewport and sank down in the chair. The chair re-adjusted itself to ensure that he was comfortable, it’s air sacs constantly adding or release air to ensure that he was adequately supported in the pull of gravity to which he was no longer accustomed. “I feel like Moses,” he said again, “because like Moses I will see, but never step foot in the Promised Land. The ten years of piloting the ship, the ten years of zero-gravity have so atrophied my muscles and bones that I would not survive a day on Perilous Prime. This weak gravity that we’ve set up for the colonists is killing me, but I would suffer this, and more if Anna were still with us.”
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