machineré apoptosis

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Breathe.

A11-DPRT in t-11 seconds.

(rumbling of N1-J3T engine)

11.
10..
9...
(chaos at the control centre)
8.
7..
6...
"I repeat, do not initiate the T10U!"
5...
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3.
2
Soothsayer: "Godspeed, Abby."
1...........

( high frequency-> audible 0.5%-> silence)








Breathing.

I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. I couldn't do anything about it.

Was I trapped? How could I be? I was doing it so that I could be free.

Will I die? For love?  I was in love.

I couldn't move. Thoughts- not of her- were taking over me. So this, is death?

(radio playing "It's A Small World" as N1-J3T exceeds 12756 km)

Moving at a constant speed of c ms^-1 in a straight line. Not being acted upon by external forces.
The disintegration of grey matter and the formation of white matter in my brain are in a dynamic equilibrium. In a reversible reaction- catalysed by chlorophyll.

(radio buffering)

Reflexology promoting average blood flow. Negative sign. Clockwise and anti-clockwise. Open eyes. Moving hands.

Breathed.

3LAN0R send message.
Typing...
"it was 30th September, 2001. and I loved you."

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