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THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
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"No, this can't be." Everything before this blurs into the surrounding white.
"I'm sorry, B. Lyle, but it is. You were ejected because they thought you were a dead battery. No longer of any use to them, they flushed you out and we picked you up."
"Oh God. So ... Oh God."
"Flick, get us out of here, I think he's going to faint!"
"I'm trying! Hang on one second."
"Flick! Flick!!! YOU are doing this to me!"
"B. Lyle, just relax."
"Flick!!" your voice becomes a overpowering mechanical growl in your throat as the white is soon replaced with the gray of the ship.
You look directly over at Flicker and for a moment he looks like the man who killed Penelope. But, soon he looks like himself, and you shake your head in wide-wonder.
"I want this nightmare to be over! I want to awake in my cell now." And with that, you start to shake all over and your eyes roll up in your head.
Voices follow you into the fog.
"Captain, we're losing him!"
"He seems to be going into a coma, do something!"
"I'm trying, God damn it! B. Lyle, STAY WITH US!"
But you fall into the dark gray tunnel anyway, spinning around so as to leave that nightmare behind. You now look forward to falling back out of this false reality. You feel a kind of pink in front of your closed eyelids. You go back through everything that happened. You will remember your dream in perfect detail as to tell Sky. Then, once told, you will instantly forget it and work on getting on with starting your life over again.
You know the pink eyelids must mean it is a beautiful day outside, but you do not open your eyes just yet. Instead, you just lie there, still and at peace. You plan on lying here for a long time.
END
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