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[Kiith]

While Lev was sitting on the chair one moment, he suddenly felt a stinging pain and a warm, thick liquid running down his head. He tried to get up, but it was so difficult to move at all.

The phrase he heard from the commisar was already burnt into his mind. While he learned how to construct and repair anything they place in front of him, he heard it again and again. "Be sure of what you doing, goddamn!" How could he forget about that?

But it wasn't over with this advise. It seemed it just began. Now the Commisar treated him, the good Lev, of being a spy. A person that actually never left Omega 52.
"Commisar, I am...." it took quite some concentration to bring out a clear sentence, as the omnipresent pain made it difficult to stay the master of his own senses. I am sorry to dissapoint you...but I am no spy...I never left Omega 52...I barely know anyone. I exist for my work...and sometimes it even seems...my work exists for me..."

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Squished bigly ~Champ - Thanks, you're a champ.
"What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"