Eu acredito que é O piquenique a vácuo de Rick Gauger
Ele apresenta um piquenique na superfície lunar, que leva ao encontro do pôster original:
“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.
Possui uma cúpula de tenda à prova de vácuo:
You know what survival tents are. They’re what’s inside those emergency boxes you see everywhere on the moon.
Eles pegam dois, ligam-nos e têm um "encontro" em um, deixando roupas / pratos no outro:
“Now I can give you the attention you deserve,”
(Eu decidi manter essa parte segura para o trabalho).
As duas bolhas separam-se umas das outras, o que é o que deu "errado", deixando-as nuas em uma, e suas roupas / pratos na outra:
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.
Eles então precisam voltar para casa "rolando" a bolha:
“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.