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I
turn
to
Greta
.
I
can
’
t
believe
this
is
happening
again
.
"
End
it
,
"
I
say
.
Greta
steps
toward
Suzy
.
*
*
*
You
know
that
"
as
soon
as
I
awoke
I
knew
everything
was
wrong
"
cliché
?
You
’
ve
probably
heard
it
a
thousand
times
,
in
a
thousand
bars
across
the
Bubble
,
wherever
ship
crews
swap
tall
tales
over
flat
,
company
-
subsidized
beer
.
The
trouble
is
that
sometimes
that
’
s
exactly
the
way
it
happens
.
I
never
felt
good
after
a
period
in
the
surge
tank
.
But
the
only
time
I
had
ever
come
around
feeling
anywhere
near
this
bad
was
after
that
trip
I
took
to
the
edge
of
the
Bubble
.
Mulling
this
,
but
knowing
there
was
nothing
I
could
do
about
it
until
I
was
out
of
the
tank
,
it
took
me
half
an
hour
of
painful
work
to
free
myself
from
the
connections
.
Every
muscle
fibre
in
my
body
felt
like
it
had
been
shredded
.
Unfortunately
,
the
sense
of
wrongness
didn
’
t
end
with
the
tank
.
The
Blue
Goose
was
much
too
quiet
.
We
should
have
been
heading
away
from
the
last
exit
aperture
after
our
routing
.
But
the
distant
,
comforting
rumble
of
the
fusion
engines
wasn
’
t
there
at
all
.
That
meant
we
were
in
free
-
fall
.
Not
good
.
I
floated
out
of
the
tank
,
grabbed
a
handhold
and
levered
myself
around
to
view
the
other
two
tanks
.
Ray
’
s
largest
BVM
stared
back
radiantly
from
the
cowl
of
his
tank
.
The
bio
indices
were
all
in
the
green
.
Ray
was
still
unconscious
,
but
there
was
nothing
wrong
with
him
.
Same
story
with
Suzy
.
Some
automated
system
had
decided
I
was
the
only
one
who
needed
waking
.
A
few
minutes
later
I
had
made
my
way
to
the
same
observation
blister
I
’
d
used
to
check
the
ship
before
the
surge
.
I
pushed
my
head
into
the
scuffed
glass
half
-
dome
and
looked
around
.
