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It isn’t so bad, says one of the men who are with you inside this ultimate room.
Fifty years from now, the rest of us will all be old, or dead.
And then you’re waking again, and you think, Fifty years. you think. It’s been fifty years.
But another part of your mind says, No, it is only tomorrow morning.
It isn’t the dying itself. It’s what comes before. The waiting, alone in a room without windows, trying to think. The opening of the door, the voices of the men who are going with you but not all the way, the walk down the corridor to the airlock room, the faces of the men, closed and impersonal. They do not enjoy this. Neither do they shrink from it. It’s their job.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
It isn’t so bad, says one of the men who are with you inside this ultimate room.
Fifty years from now, the rest of us will all be old, or dead.
And then you’re waking again, and you think, Fifty years. you think. It’s been fifty years.
But another part of your mind says, No, it is only tomorrow morning.
It isn’t the dying itself. It’s what comes before. The waiting, alone in a room without windows, trying to think. The opening of the door, the voices of the men who are going with you but not all the way, the walk down the corridor to the airlock room, the faces of the men, closed and impersonal. They do not enjoy this. Neither do they shrink from it. It’s their job.