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Iraneal at 05:49, 12 June 2007

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Iraneal at 05:46, 12 June 2007

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Iraneal at 05:42, 12 June 2007

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 <p>A warning light flashes on the wall console, and it projects the message “<em>power failure imminent</em>” across the room.  For the second time today, I am infuriated by my helplessness.  Tears of anger well up in my eyes, and I senselessly beat the glass once more at the seeming randomness of my misfortune.  The voice from within nags at me, stronger, trying to escape, but I push it aside.  What are the odds?  Two power failures in one day.  I’ve gone years without seeing even one and—wait.  <em>Two power failures? </em>Oh no…no.  No!  Suddenly, I know what could have caused a power failure at twelve o’clock earlier today.  A chill runs through my entire body, and a cruel, twisted series of events play out their course in my imagination, inevitable, repeating, and unending.  The ghastly realization washes over me that I have been here before.  The voice breaks free, and whispers its secret, merciless and eternal.  <em>Yes.</em> <em>But how many times?</em></p>
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-<p>I drift uncomfortably in and out of consciousness.  There is a vague notion that something is wrong, but a hazy glance through half-closed eyelids reassures me I am still secure in my sleep cylinder.  The steady hum of the station is audible through the glass encasing me.  I roll to one side, and soon drift off again—my dreams taking me back to earth, to memories of happier days.</p>
+<p>I drift uncomfortably in and out of consciousness.  There is a vague notion that something is wrong, but a hazy glance through half-closed eyelids reassures me I am still secure in my sleep cylinder.  The steady hum of the station is audible through the glass encasing me.  I roll to one side, and soon drift off again—my dreams taking me back to earth, to memories of happier days...</p>

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 <p>“<em>So Zeus had Prometheus chained naked to a rock in the Caucasian mountains, where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and there was no end to the pain, because every night his liver grew whole again.”</em></p>
 <p align="center"><em>					-Robert Graves, Greek Myths</em></p>
 <p>I drift uncomfortably in and out of consciousness.  There is a vague notion that something is wrong, but a hazy glance through half-closed eyelids reassures me I am still secure in my sleep cylinder.  The steady hum of the station is audible through the glass encasing me.  I roll to one side, and soon drift off again—my dreams taking me back to earth, to memories of happier days…</p>
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-__notoc__<p>“<em>So Zeus had Prometheus chained naked to a rock in the Caucasian mountains, where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and there was no end to the pain, because every night his liver grew whole again.”</em></p>
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 <p align="center"><em>					-Robert Graves, Greek Myths</em></p>
 <p>I drift uncomfortably in and out of consciousness.  There is a vague notion that something is wrong, but a hazy glance through half-closed eyelids reassures me I am still secure in my sleep cylinder.  The steady hum of the station is audible through the glass encasing me.  I roll to one side, and soon drift off again—my dreams taking me back to earth, to memories of happier days…</p>

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-{{notoc}}<p>“<em>So Zeus had Prometheus chained naked to a rock in the Caucasian mountains, where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and there was no end to the pain, because every night his liver grew whole again.”</em></p>
+__notoc__<p>“<em>So Zeus had Prometheus chained naked to a rock in the Caucasian mountains, where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and there was no end to the pain, because every night his liver grew whole again.”</em></p>
 <p align="center"><em>					-Robert Graves, Greek Myths</em></p>
 <p>I drift uncomfortably in and out of consciousness.  There is a vague notion that something is wrong, but a hazy glance through half-closed eyelids reassures me I am still secure in my sleep cylinder.  The steady hum of the station is audible through the glass encasing me.  I roll to one side, and soon drift off again—my dreams taking me back to earth, to memories of happier days…</p>

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-<notoc><p>“<em>So Zeus had Prometheus chained naked to a rock in the Caucasian mountains, where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and there was no end to the pain, because every night his liver grew whole again.”</em></p>
+{{notoc}}<p>“<em>So Zeus had Prometheus chained naked to a rock in the Caucasian mountains, where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and there was no end to the pain, because every night his liver grew whole again.”</em></p>
 <p align="center"><em>					-Robert Graves, Greek Myths</em></p>
 <p>I drift uncomfortably in and out of consciousness.  There is a vague notion that something is wrong, but a hazy glance through half-closed eyelids reassures me I am still secure in my sleep cylinder.  The steady hum of the station is audible through the glass encasing me.  I roll to one side, and soon drift off again—my dreams taking me back to earth, to memories of happier days…</p>

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 <p>“Promise?”</p>
 <p>“I promise.” I rise to go, and feel a gentle pain from somewhere deep inside, as I turn off the lights.</p>
-<p><em><u><strong>1:11													</strong></u></em></p>
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 <p>I wake to the sound of flashing lights.  No, wait.  That can’t be right.  The sound is the harsh blast of the station’s system alarm.  On.  Off.  On.  Off.<!--more-->  A flashing red light accompanies the sound, and even though I can’t see it, I know it will be there when I open my eyes.  <em>Power failure</em>.</p>
 <p>As I climb wearily down into the control chamber to reset the power supply, my sleep-frosted eyes are drawn to the time display on the main console.  It flashes 1:24 repeatedly.  The power must have gone out almost an hour and a half ago, though I’m not sure what could have caused an outage in this desolate corner of the universe.  I say “outage,” but this isn’t entirely accurate.  All Remote Space Outposts—RSO’s—are equipped with emergency power supplies to sustain life support in case something like this should happen.  I still don’t know what “this” is.</p>

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