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.These attacks, these murders, are appalling.They cannot go unpunished.”The captain paused, his last words echoing slightly in the streets.“Our remaining security forces moved quickly to apprehend the villains responsible for these crimes.In an attempt to escape, these attackers caused an explosive decompression to occur in the aft of the ship.This accident has left many of them trapped, in imminent danger of suffocation and death.I’m inclined to think it’s a fitting end.“However, these men and women can be saved.But not by the man behind this attack: Eric Kinsella.If it was up to him, these men and women would die.Only I can save them.”“Crap,” Stein said, seeing where this was going.“And I will save them.But before I do, Kinsella must put a stop to all hostilities.No more attacks on security officers will be tolerated.Any and all weapons must be surrendered.“To the citizens of the Argos: the reason I am showing you such mercy following these unprovoked assaults is because I know that these men and women have been lied to and misled.The true criminals are the ones who organized this attack, the ones who tricked you and sent hundreds of people to their deaths.As I have said many times before, the stories told to you have been lies.And these lies have gotten your husbands and wives, sons and daughters, trapped, and about to die.“To Eric Kinsella: if you surrender immediately, your people will be rescued.They will be held in detention until order is restored but will not be harmed or prosecuted.They will live.” Helot waited a beat before delivering the kicker.“Or you can ignore me, and leave your people to die.”The PA system clicked off.Stein, as well as everyone else present, turned to look at the mayor.Kinsella stared straight ahead, wide–eyed, face covered in sweat.Beside him, one of his bodyguards was speaking urgently into his terminal.He abruptly grabbed the mayor around the shoulders, and hurried him off to the north.“Wait, what?” Griese said, watching the mayor’s retreat.“Is he going to surrender or not?”“I would probably say so,” Stein said.“He’s a dead man if he doesn’t.”“He might be a dead man either way,” Bruce said.“So, Ellen will be okay?” Griese asked aloud.Stein looked at Griese.She held his gaze for a moment, still unable to say it.A moment passed, and then she didn’t have to; Griese collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with sobs.She looked away, numb.§Hogg felt sticky.It was too sweaty in there.This is no way to die.Gross and sticky.He levered himself up to a sitting position, with his back to the wall.Too much sweat, too many people: there were twenty–seven soldiers in the apartment.That made sense: it was one of the closest rooms to the bulkhead door.Of course it was going to fill up with people, sucking up all the air, dooming each other.Linze should have known better.She should have picked somewhere else to hide.But Hogg knew that was being unfair.Linze had acted, he hadn’t.Someone, hopefully, somewhere, will have survived thanks to Linze’s quick thinking.Just not here.He supposed there was still a chance they would be rescued.Kinsella had surrendered.That had gotten everyone excited, again using too much of their precious oxygen.And Helot had said rescuers were coming.But Hogg knew it would be a slow process reclaiming the ship from vacuum.And he doubted Helot’s rescuers were going to work that fast.He thought back on his time as Supreme Commander.How had he gotten here? He had done everything he had been told, as well as he could, better than most others.There was something deeply, profoundly unfair about how this had played out.It bothered him, like an itch he couldn’t quite reach.He had done everything he had been told.Why wasn’t that enough? It was frustrating and infuriating and exhausting to think about.So exhausting.He closed his eyes and went to sleep.PreviouslyThe fabrication engine rumbled and hummed, making the floor vibrate, a thin layer of dust dancing in time.The pitch of the hum grew higher and fainter, past the limit of Harold’s hearing.Then it changed, slowing, winding down, as the engine slowed to a stop.The light on the display panel flickered yellow, then green.On the far side of the machine, a mechanical noise, and a thin plastic sheet slid out into a bin.Harold picked it up and examined it.Andy’s Retro 40th Birthday PartyEveryone wear your wackiest, Earthiest clothes.Ice Cream!“Is that as fast as it goes?” he asked.Martin walked over to the machine and entered something on the control panel.“Yeah.About thirty seconds per iteration for this template.Hard part’s done now — the machine will keep spitting ’em out.You said you wanted fifty?”Harold nodded.“Can we use the other machines?” Fourteen other identical fabrication engines sat idle, scattered across the floor of the fabrication plant.Martin looked around.“Could.What’s the hurry?” He activated the program, starting the machine up again.Harold didn’t want to push the point.“So, about half an hour, then?”“Your math’s better than mine, Doc.” Martin looked over Harold’s shoulder to the office on the upper–level of the fabrication shop.“Come on.We’ll take a load off.” He walked up the staircase set on one side of the room.Harold took one last lingering look at the fabrication engines, then followed Martin upstairs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.These attacks, these murders, are appalling.They cannot go unpunished.”The captain paused, his last words echoing slightly in the streets.“Our remaining security forces moved quickly to apprehend the villains responsible for these crimes.In an attempt to escape, these attackers caused an explosive decompression to occur in the aft of the ship.This accident has left many of them trapped, in imminent danger of suffocation and death.I’m inclined to think it’s a fitting end.“However, these men and women can be saved.But not by the man behind this attack: Eric Kinsella.If it was up to him, these men and women would die.Only I can save them.”“Crap,” Stein said, seeing where this was going.“And I will save them.But before I do, Kinsella must put a stop to all hostilities.No more attacks on security officers will be tolerated.Any and all weapons must be surrendered.“To the citizens of the Argos: the reason I am showing you such mercy following these unprovoked assaults is because I know that these men and women have been lied to and misled.The true criminals are the ones who organized this attack, the ones who tricked you and sent hundreds of people to their deaths.As I have said many times before, the stories told to you have been lies.And these lies have gotten your husbands and wives, sons and daughters, trapped, and about to die.“To Eric Kinsella: if you surrender immediately, your people will be rescued.They will be held in detention until order is restored but will not be harmed or prosecuted.They will live.” Helot waited a beat before delivering the kicker.“Or you can ignore me, and leave your people to die.”The PA system clicked off.Stein, as well as everyone else present, turned to look at the mayor.Kinsella stared straight ahead, wide–eyed, face covered in sweat.Beside him, one of his bodyguards was speaking urgently into his terminal.He abruptly grabbed the mayor around the shoulders, and hurried him off to the north.“Wait, what?” Griese said, watching the mayor’s retreat.“Is he going to surrender or not?”“I would probably say so,” Stein said.“He’s a dead man if he doesn’t.”“He might be a dead man either way,” Bruce said.“So, Ellen will be okay?” Griese asked aloud.Stein looked at Griese.She held his gaze for a moment, still unable to say it.A moment passed, and then she didn’t have to; Griese collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with sobs.She looked away, numb.§Hogg felt sticky.It was too sweaty in there.This is no way to die.Gross and sticky.He levered himself up to a sitting position, with his back to the wall.Too much sweat, too many people: there were twenty–seven soldiers in the apartment.That made sense: it was one of the closest rooms to the bulkhead door.Of course it was going to fill up with people, sucking up all the air, dooming each other.Linze should have known better.She should have picked somewhere else to hide.But Hogg knew that was being unfair.Linze had acted, he hadn’t.Someone, hopefully, somewhere, will have survived thanks to Linze’s quick thinking.Just not here.He supposed there was still a chance they would be rescued.Kinsella had surrendered.That had gotten everyone excited, again using too much of their precious oxygen.And Helot had said rescuers were coming.But Hogg knew it would be a slow process reclaiming the ship from vacuum.And he doubted Helot’s rescuers were going to work that fast.He thought back on his time as Supreme Commander.How had he gotten here? He had done everything he had been told, as well as he could, better than most others.There was something deeply, profoundly unfair about how this had played out.It bothered him, like an itch he couldn’t quite reach.He had done everything he had been told.Why wasn’t that enough? It was frustrating and infuriating and exhausting to think about.So exhausting.He closed his eyes and went to sleep.PreviouslyThe fabrication engine rumbled and hummed, making the floor vibrate, a thin layer of dust dancing in time.The pitch of the hum grew higher and fainter, past the limit of Harold’s hearing.Then it changed, slowing, winding down, as the engine slowed to a stop.The light on the display panel flickered yellow, then green.On the far side of the machine, a mechanical noise, and a thin plastic sheet slid out into a bin.Harold picked it up and examined it.Andy’s Retro 40th Birthday PartyEveryone wear your wackiest, Earthiest clothes.Ice Cream!“Is that as fast as it goes?” he asked.Martin walked over to the machine and entered something on the control panel.“Yeah.About thirty seconds per iteration for this template.Hard part’s done now — the machine will keep spitting ’em out.You said you wanted fifty?”Harold nodded.“Can we use the other machines?” Fourteen other identical fabrication engines sat idle, scattered across the floor of the fabrication plant.Martin looked around.“Could.What’s the hurry?” He activated the program, starting the machine up again.Harold didn’t want to push the point.“So, about half an hour, then?”“Your math’s better than mine, Doc.” Martin looked over Harold’s shoulder to the office on the upper–level of the fabrication shop.“Come on.We’ll take a load off.” He walked up the staircase set on one side of the room.Harold took one last lingering look at the fabrication engines, then followed Martin upstairs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]