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Date Posted: 16:08:33 05/02/03 Fri
Author: Rusty
Subject: Numb

Rusty somberly scraped up a heap of abstract food. He loathed his existence. His best "friends" were a snack food-obsessed nut with atrocious sense in nomenclature and a paranoid android. The mysterious cook was so deeply locked in thought and depression that if there was anything going on in the station, he hadn't noticed. Or cared.

"Living sucks." Rusty sighed as he flipped the concoction. As he resumes his silence, a great burst of pain came over him. He gave a startled yell and hit the floor.

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The transmission faded. Rusty slowly pried his optics open. What did it mean? Was it a clue to his past? His very identity? He lay there in thought, letting his creation burst into flames.

He might have been on to something big.

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