Again and again the fourth dimension went crazy at that particular moment and the time portal spewed him out wrong minutes or parallel hours earlier or later. He recalibrated his warp-watch time and again; he didn’t have the additional gravitational compensators on him, and he was afraid to search for them unless he be carried away in the ever-splitting flow, dragged off by routines set to him by the source mind craving complexity.
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Andras pulled the isotherm jacket off the solitary hanger and donned it over the grey-blue, graphite one-piece suit of his uniform. He ran his palms over the soft squishy material, patting the many pockets, feeling every crack in the worn fabric. Today, however, it did not bring him comfort.
Clari’s fingers ran along the dots of the book. Ze paused pondering over the word. Carmine, the dots said. First, it was the usual definition hir mind suggested: bright red colour, pigment, hex code #D70040 – empty notions ze had learnt by heart in false hope it would give hir orientation. Then suddenly, where a week ago there was the uniformity of blackness, a fountain of juicy vividness spurted up in hir imagination.
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She hurried to leave the observation deck. As she moved down the tapering corridor, all she could think of was the radiation penetrating the hull and the black, freezing emptiness just outside the ship.