There was a storm, raging overhead, millions of kilometers away. Lying on my back, staring up at a raging heavenly object with the optics of my suit doing all the heavy lifting of a massive telescope, I thought to myself, 'This isn't so bad...'

I tamped down on that defeatist thought. To quote Bujolds' little admiral, or Count VorKosigan, really, 'No surrender while I still breathe!'

Unfortunately, I was low on O2!