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45:19 There were three of them in the observation room, though it was large enough to house and staff at least two dozen researchers. Anna Kasmiar sat at the central terminal, facing the thick windows and beyond them the seven-foot-tall glass cylinder, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she finished up the last of the diagnostics on the device. "Power is go, particle flow is go, all systems are go," she muttered, loud enough for the other people present to hear.45:19 by ~reido
"Confirmation on green light," Michael Filch called out from her left.
From her right: "The timer is sending its data stream directly into the hard


An Incredible Likeness Krasinski couldn't feel the grass through the thick polyplastics of her boots, but looking at it through the mask of her helmet, she could see how perfectly green it was. What was stranger to her, however, was not the color, but how perfectly groomed it was.An Incredible Likeness by ~reido
Twenty yards to her left, Vaughn was staring up into the sky. His voice came over Krasinski's comms. speaker, and it sounded like the man was inside her helmet. "Awfully blue, isn't it?"
Krasinski's bulky form turned to face him. "You sound a lot calmer about this than you should."
In his heavy External Exploration Suit, Vaughn's shoulders rose and fell.
"You ever been golfing?" K


The Balloons "Psst. Hey, kid." Nine-year-old Amanda Wells looked left and right, unable to figure out where the voice was coming from. "Over here, by the air pump! We need your help."The Balloons by ~reido
"You're a bunch of balloons," she said quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear her. "You can't really talk." She was sitting on a bench near the balloon vendor while her mother blabbed to the antique dealer. They had come to the fair, but all mama wanted to do was look at shops. Bo-ring.
"Clearly, I am, so you're wrong, kid."
Amanda looked at the bunch of balloons, a cluster of rainbow-colored balls tugging upwards on the ribbons holding them in place. "It's jus


Gabriel The first thing I should probably say on this thing is that Im going to die. And nnnow that thats out of the wayGabriel by ~reido
I dont like to think of myself as a hero, but peopleve called me one; I dont know whats so heroic about being an astronaut. The things I do, the things Ive done Id like to think that anyone would do them. Anyone with a bit of bravery, at least. But it aint bravery that makes people heroes. I know that Im brave, though; I dont see that as much of a brag, to be honest. Anyone can be brave. Bravery, matter of fact, usually comes right along with stup