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Time warped in on itself. Reality spun. The inside if the merchant ship crinkled into a ball of indiscriminate atoms, as time slowed. The captain closed her eyes futisiously shading from the ray of photons. The fifth door on the left that irritated sailor Matt liquedfedicly seperated into thier individual atoms. Helmsman Taggered lay on his back in a sea of wheat and barley when he was just eight years old. A gust of atom particles picked up the radar screen, lodging it deep withing the chest of navigator Brunson. The metal screams as the first screw unbolted, a slip up of sorts.
Hailey stepped from the sleep pod....
