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All she could hear was silence, wrapping around like a thick blanket. No, The silence. Silence of space, not able to carry any sound. -
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"Face, meet cement" - That was his last thought? - Yep. - Not a particularly good one to sum up your life with, eh? - He always took pride in rational and impartial thinking, sir.
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The rupture was 2 meters in diameter. It was easy to find - with all the stuff from the broken pipes floating near the opening. I activated thrusters and counted to 3 - any more
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They say that in your darkest moments, when all is lost... Something keeps you going, pushes you up no matter how many times you fall. They were right. I just wish they weren't.
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I always was good at games. They were fun, but above all, they had goals which could be seen at a press of a button. Unlike so-called "life", which, apparently,
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"What is this?" "Just take it." "I'm not kidding" "Me neither. It's a failsafe. For that kind of event, when things go pancake-shaped." "To put it mildly." Things have to be really
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Calling THIS smog would be an understatement. You could cut this thing with a knife and put it on bread. "How do you navigate through this without a horn?"
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The bruise was big, vivid and colorful - like an oil spll in a puddle. "What is this?" "What does it look like?" Fine... "Who was it?" "Any lucky guess?"
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"How is she?" - "Nothing new. Coma isn't much to look at, you know." I stand beside the bed and stare at her calm, peaceful face. "Can she her me?" "Unlikely. Brain activity is
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it break loose with the remains of the barrier. Head felt like it was an empty bucket someone was druming at. One word still somehow clinged to consciousness -
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There were only so many things that could start with O, but this was not the case. "You're marked now" - the words he whispered in her ear suddenly became clear.
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shocker. One touch could kill... of heal. But who am I to make such a choice? I'm just a human... "Indeed. A sapient creture, capable of making descisions lacking information."
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Jack was a jack of many trades. Ex-miner, ex-pirate, ex-mercenary - the list was not full. It did not include, for instance, a number of ex-friends, that were possessed by a desire
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Gary always wondered - what it's like to be "the One". The term was not correct as it was, considering that there was significantly more of them now - but it was a Rite. Still,
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the thing that could be named - in a cheap pulp fiction book - "the last resort". It involved hot-wiring the circle into the living capacitor and giving him a merry jolt. It also
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Прелесть утра была в том, что оно еще не успело стать обыденностью - количество рассветов, которые увидел мир пока что исчислялось двузначной цифрой, а вот тучи, сгущавшиеся
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any words that came to mind suddenly felt clumsy, farfetched. Words simply didn't fit into the hole her tears were flowing from. He frantically turned them round, like tetris block
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"Click". I didn't expect the trumpets of doom "click" to sound like this. But "click click click" you can never know. One moment you see the light at the end of the tunnel, next
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Mantis launching volleys of rockets at the abandoned clinic. "It wouldn't hold... Too much structural damage - it will fold like a house of cards. Desperate measures
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It wasn't like it was any good. But somehow it activated some secret string in her brain, on which was written in gold: "July, 11, 1971". Memories began to unfold...