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→For the longest time there was only blackness. Then there was a sensation of slowly returning to reality, like coming to the surface of dark waters. Her mouth was dry, and her head ached dully. There was a brightness perceived through her closed eyelids. There were noises: the hum of equipment, the low deep rumble of massive engines. There was also a thought pattern, difficult to discern, multilayered and complex, like no other pattern she had read before. The basic gist of the thought stream was that the person considered her to be important, and that was why she was still alive.

→"If it does, the next time will be the last." Pollock spun and exited the room.

→"Like I said, it won’t happen again." Somo held Pollock’s eyes, making every effort not to glance at the concave indentation in the lieutenant’s head (he doubted that would help his situation any).

→"Don’t give me excuses, Private; I’ve heard plenty, and from better men than you. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, you’re not my favorite person. I don’t think you belong here. But even though you’re more trouble than you’re worth, I’ve put up with more than I usually would because we need every man we’ve got. But don’t think for a minute that our lack of personnel gives you any wiggle room to be a screw-up."