the far side of the moon.Contrary to popular belief, there is no dark side of themoon, but there is a quiet side. For years astronomers hadwanted to build radio antennas on the far side of the moon. Byusing the entire moon as a buffer from the radio noise comingfrom our pale blue transmitter, scientists were allowed tosurvey the depths of space without interference from man-madedevices. The first array was about the size of a football fieldand was unmanned. The second array filled most of the largeDaedalus crater and required a full time maintenance person tokeep it running. That’s where I came in.They'd needed someone to work alone for extended periods oftime, and not go insane from the solitude. I was the man forthe job. I was born with an unusual condition which left meultra-sensitive to radio signals of any kind; I was forced tolive in a RF free bubble for most of my life. I couldn't leavethe protective confines of my specially built home on Earthwithout being crippled to the point of inaction by all theextraneous radio waves that bounced around the modern atmosphere.In order to experience life outside my home, I had to go tosome of the most remote places on Earth, and even then, I stillsuffered low grade migraines. For a long while I lived in adeep sea habitat, but even that was insufficient to shield mefrom the constant transmissions. When I heard of the opening onthe far side of the moon, I applied for the job and got it.Once here, for the first time in my life, I experienced quiet.I'd finally found a home.#Because of the radio silence required by the huge telescopeI maintained, there were no radio links from my habitat to thenear side of the moon. Instead, there were a series of laserrelay stations from crater rim to mountain top from Daedaluscrater to Montes Cordillera. The first relay point was atopIcarus crater close to two hundred kilometers away. My onlyhope was to jack into that relay and use it to send an SOS tothe near side. I needed the moon buggy to make that trip, butthe buggy had been parked next to the habitat and was completelydestroyed by the impact.I looked around on the ground and could see the rays ofejecta that extended away from the new crater in all directions.It was beautiful even knowing that it used to be my home. Themoon was the harshest environment I had ever encountered. Justwhen you thought you had command over it, something happened toremind you that you were still at the mercy of the cosmos.