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MAWRHG…
MAWRHG…
Michiko opened her eyes.
She was floating in a brownish-purple darkness. The sucking sound grew softer until it disappeared.
She was breathing heavily. Her heart was pounding.
The air was murky and thick. And hot. Michiko’s skin was drenched in sweat.
She looked at her hand and gasped.
It didn’t look like her hand. It was but the color was different. Instead of brown, it was brownish-purple, and it looked like a three-dimensional model, the kind she used to see in video games.
She looked down at her spacesuit.
It was sepia.
Her head hurt. Hadn’t the spacesuit been red?
She floated along, downward.
She heard a cough next to her.
Ashley was floating a few feet away. Her eyes were closed.
“Ashley!” Michiko called. Her voice was full of reverb, like a dream.
