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It’s still Friday in some part of the world, right? No? Oh well. Enjoy!
Zach, sipping his coffee and shuffling along down the corridor, squinted against the rising artificial sun. The transition from night to morning was merely a courtesy on the ship. Zach assumed it was to keep all aboard from having psychotic breaks. Though he had never seen a real sunrise with his own eyes, he could remember it well, and knew that it occurred less abruptly. He could vaguely recall the gradual swatches of pinks and purples that colored the early mornings, ending with glorious oranges and blues. Continue reading