Sunday, April 27, 2008

7

I wonder what Cerebel is doing, these days. She always seemed pretty good at taking care of herself.

It should have been impossible to get out of that base. You talk about hell, that's hell - you couldn't see anything, for the gas. I remember my lungs were burning; later, they told me that the gas literally ate away lung tissue. The antidote injection is some kind of miracle reversal drug, but it only works within a couple minutes of exposure. The doctors, afterwards, said that the survivors were lucky. Lucky is definitely a word for it, I suppose.

Cerebel wasn't marked as one of the higher-ranking officers. She wasn't obviously an important civilian. If the world made sense, she would have died in the gas, and never revived, like I was, like Whitman and Jerricks and Dejorian were. I honestly cannot conceive how she could possibly survive a one-exit death trap like that one.

But she did. They couldn't find her in the bodies. And if you don't find her body, you never count her out.

I hope she's making trouble. She's good at that.

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