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written by tiny warrior.

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#caelitum

drafts: 12

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est. july 12, 2015.



  

IMPXERFECTIONS.

          IN SHORT, THIS IS RIDICULOUS. Selene’s under no impression that he’s the most INTELLIGENT man who’s ever lived, but he doesn’t fancy himself to be the STUPIDEST either, & with an excellent education in computer science behind him, he can’t understand WHY these codes & decryptions are so g-ddamn MYSTERIOUS, why the solutions still evade him.

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          ❝ What ?? No… I’m FINE, Abel. ❞ Selene kneads his brow & sighs heavily, the lines of code blurring together dizzily on the screen in front of him.  ❝ I HAVE to figure this out. I’ll get it. EVENTUALLY. ❞

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HE COULD SEE THEM, THE LINES OF STRESS BETWEEN HIS BROWS. It worried him, how hard the newer personnel had begun to work themselves. They couldn’t help the misconceptions of the coding they were filtering through; it made little sense to anyone here & it wasn’t difficult to find that there was no prior knowledge of such things. All they needed were some  trial & error, some sweat & tears, but not WEAKENED BODIES in the Med Bay. Abel wouldn’t see that happen. ❝Selene, please, he begs, softly, a hand resting on his shoulder ( a squeeze of concern; a touch of AWARENESS. )

❝There’s a second shift coming— none of us will complain if you tap out early. We’d rather have you healthy than OVERWORKED; please, go take a nap or rest.❞