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Rita
had
often
dreamt
that
someday
she
would
come
across
another
person
who
experienced
the
loops
.
She
’
d
even
come
up
with
a
phrase
they
could
use
to
identify
themselves
to
each
other
.
A
phrase
only
Rita
knew
.
A
phrase
the
two
of
them
would
share
.
For
another
person
to
be
caught
in
a
time
loop
,
it
would
mean
that
someone
other
than
Rita
had
destroyed
a
Mimic
server
by
accident
.
Just
as
Rita
was
forced
to
leave
people
outside
the
time
loop
behind
,
this
person
would
have
no
choice
but
to
leave
her
behind
.
He
would
be
alone
.
She
might
not
be
able
to
travel
through
the
time
loop
with
him
-
though
she
also
might
be
able
to
,
and
the
thought
terrified
her
-
but
she
could
give
him
advice
either
way
.
Share
his
solitude
.
Tell
him
how
to
break
out
of
the
loop
,
knowledge
it
had
taken
Rita
211
deaths
to
learn
.
He
would
fight
through
his
doubts
,
the
way
Rita
had
.
He
would
become
a
great
warrior
.
Deep
in
a
quiet
corner
of
Rita
’
s
heart
,
she
was
sure
no
one
would
ever
come
to
tell
her
the
words
only
she
knew
.
The
Mimic
tachyon
signal
was
the
pinnacle
of
an
alien
technology
,
a
technology
that
had
enabled
them
to
conquer
the
vastness
of
space
.
Rita
’
s
entrapment
in
the
time
loop
during
the
battle
to
recapture
Florida
had
been
an
impossible
stroke
of
luck
for
humanity
.
If
not
for
that
chance
occurrence
,
the
earth
would
have
fallen
to
xenoforming
.
Not
just
humans
,
but
virtually
every
species
on
the
planet
,
would
already
be
extinct
.
Rita
’
s
fame
grew
with
each
battle
,
and
her
loneliness
with
it
.
She
had
broken
out
of
the
time
loop
,
but
she
felt
as
though
she
were
still
reliving
the
same
day
.
Her
one
hope
was
that
humanity
’
s
victory
,
the
day
when
every
last
Mimic
had
been
blasted
to
extinction
,
would
somehow
rid
her
of
her
terrible
isolation
.
Until
then
,
she
would
continue
to
play
her
unique
role
in
the
conflict
.
Rita
didn
’
t
mind
the
battles
.
She
didn
’
t
have
to
think
to
fight
.
When
she
climbed
into
her
red
Jacket
,
the
sadness
,
the
laughter
,
the
memory
that
haunted
her
more
than
the
rest
-
it
all
slipped
away
.
The
battlefield
,
swirling
with
smoke
and
gunpowder
,
was
Rita
’
s
home
.
PT
ended
less
than
an
hour
later
.
The
general
,
the
bile
in
his
mouth
forgotten
,
hurried
off
to
the
barracks
.
