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  Breathless Strapped in an Alien Cocoon The air... where is the air? The room is sucking it out. It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s the color of drowning. No... no, no, no. Don't touch me! Get it off! The linen... it’s shrinking! It’s sewing my skin together! I can’t... I can’t expand my chest! WAKE UP! MOVE! DAMN IT, MOVE! My hands! They’ve cut off my hands! Why can’t I reach the glass?! SOMEBODY HELP ME! Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. It’s tight. It’s a snake. It’s crushing my ribs. Tastes like copper... tastes like blood. BREAK! SHATTER! Why is there no sound?! I’m screaming my throat raw but the silence is eating me alive! BK! KATCHA! No! Don’t sleep! The needle... the ice! It’s killing the pilot! If I close my eyes, I unspool! I fall apart! Stay awake, you coward! STAY AWAKE! Spinning. Everything is spinning. The floor is gone. The gravity is wrong. I’m falling up! I’m falling into the black hole! LIES! That’s not real! That’s a ghost! My mind is snapping! I’m looking a...
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Spore Escalators

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An action
An investment
Act to maintain
A sunk-cost fallacy
Knee deep in an apex
Never to be attained in time







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