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69 lines
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<!DOCTYPE html><html><head><title> <Emily incoming call> </title><link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="html_resources/style.css"></head><body><a href="index.html"><button class="back"><</button></a>
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<h1> <Emily incoming call> </h1>
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<p class="comment">
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At some point before this chapter, the protagonists need to make phone
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calls happen – probably from the perspective of those on Earth as
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most of the things in the Lunar Biosphere have been at least kinda
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maintained.
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</p>
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<p class="light">
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drrrrrrrrinnng
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</p>
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<p>
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Emily finds herself laying on the floor, still staring into the sky.
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</p>
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<p class="light">
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drrrrrrrrinnng
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</p>
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<p>
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She lifts her head.
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</p>
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<p class="light">
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drrrrrrrrinnng
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</p>
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<p>
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That's the phone in the control room.
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</p>
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<p class="light">
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drrrrrrrrinnng
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</p>
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<p>
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Emily turns onto her side and slowly gets up. Her back hurts.
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</p>
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<p class="light">
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drrrrrrrrinnng
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</p>
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<p>
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<span class="quote speech">On my way, I'm on my way.</span> she says
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in a soft <span class="comment">matten?</span> voice.
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</p>
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<p>
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The phone rings a few more times but stops before she can make it there.
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She realizes how thirsty she is and takes a detour to the nearest kitchen.
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She thinks <span class="quote speech">Water! Yes!</span> but her
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excitement quickly turns into disgust as a brown liquid full of clumps
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<span class="comment">sprudelt?</span> from the tap.
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</p>
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<p>
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After getting water from Tony's lab and feeding the mice –
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which she had also neglected to do – she goes into the main
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control room. The terminal for communication with Earth is lit up,
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showing a message. Emily sits down and writes in response:<br />
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<span class="quote non-speech">Lena is dead.</span>
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</p>
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<p class="comment">
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She gets up and realizes that she had been completely neglecting her
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bodily needs (food, water, ...) and that her back hurts.
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She starts makeing her way to the main control center, part-way there the
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phone stops ringing. She goes to the nearest bathroom, goes to one of the
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kitchens to grab the next vegetable she can find, and heads to the control
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center to log on at a terminal.
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</p>
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