Maybe I was toast? The O2 gauge hit zero just as I swam up to the submersible's hatch. The Seatruck still seemed impossibly far away. I swam straight and hard, watching the little oxygen meter at the bottom left corner of my screen tick down toward zero. The calm voice of my suit's AI robot assistant blared its always gentle but chillingly dire warning: "30 seconds of oxygen remaining." With my oxygen supply slipping past the point-of-no-return for safely getting back to my Seatruck submersible, I snatched up a couple of diamond deposits and sped back up toward safe harbor. But I really needed some diamonds, and at long last there it was. When you're 300 meters below the surface of an alien ocean and your nearest source of oxygen is half that distance away, you turn around when half your air is gone.
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