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I awoke in a shiny metal room where the walls bounced soft white light into every corner and way up to the ceiling. The ceiling was as high as a skyscraper. The room was empty except for some crates made of the same metal. The room was as big as
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I stole it from a chieftain of the moleman species, a vicious conqueror who enslaved my meagre settlement.
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I was turning over moon rocks, the wreck of Moonbase 4 still sending plumes of black smoke up into the atmosphere.
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I was relayed coordinates from a Russian lieutenant, trapped and sinking aboard a ruined nuclear submarine.
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I won it in an illegal game of holocards on the floating city at midnight on Halloween.
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Margaret Thatcher died and her everlasting soul left her body and plunged through clawing rock and burning gas for thousands of years, as was customary. When it stopped plunging she was in hell. She poked around among the torment, which was everywhere. Ho hum. She dipped her toe in a
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