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Dreaming the dream of a universe free, the interstellar gallactic breeze. Of ships and stations, whopping past, the intergalactic highway pass. The hyperdrives humm will soothe me to sleep, oh space would you please be quiet at least. Asteroids flying, hitting the hull. "Dammit can't make it, even on full." Autopilot's screaming: "We're going to slow!" "But I know that I fixed it. Even you told me so!" Red lights are flashing, we're going to crash! If we don't think of something we're going to smash, right into the planet, the one over there. Oh I wish we can breathe the air over there. Here ends my tale, but the story's not

En man med polisonger som röker vid en bil. Det är höst. En viss lukt, en nervositet i luften. Himlen är mörk och grå, någonstans bakom de tunga molnen håller solen på att gå ner. Mannens blick söker ständigt genom skuggorna, som om han försökte se vad som gömmer sig där bakom. En soptunna välter på andra sidan gatan och två katter hoppar fräsande fram. Mannen observerar förströnt slagsmålet om reviret, men verkar annars bli mer och mer otålig. Han tar ut den sista cigaretten ur det nästan sönderskruttade paketet och tänder den med svårighet. Vinden har tagit nya tag och släcker tändstickorna gång på gång, men han får den tänd till slut. Han

The woman standing at the counter was petrified, she held a phone in her hand, but seemed to be unable to use it. 'Don't blame her. Must've been her first time seeing a flamer in action.' 'Well, let's go. You run out through that exit, I'll go here.' 'What? You're not coming with me? You said you'd be my protection!' 'Listen here, pusher, I'm a LOT stronger than you, and I am certainly not drained. I give orders, you follow them, and if you don't…' The strange smile was back, and the air around her started wavering, as if… 'Damn, it's quite a lot warmer here than a few seconds ago, better do as she says. Don't want to be barbeque