All I remember about last weekend is that I'd rather forget about it.
[The thought has a deeply uneasy feeling, like remembering a nightmare where you called your mother and something from Mars picked up, and the worst part was they wouldn't admit anything was wrong.]
Wait. That wasn't the first time? This is on a schedule?
[But what Steve says is almost hopeful.]
A whole pile of worlds, with the real one in there somewhere.
That's the closest to good news I've heard in a long, long time.
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[The thought has a deeply uneasy feeling, like remembering a nightmare where you called your mother and something from Mars picked up, and the worst part was they wouldn't admit anything was wrong.]
Wait. That wasn't the first time? This is on a schedule?
[But what Steve says is almost hopeful.]
A whole pile of worlds, with the real one in there somewhere.
That's the closest to good news I've heard in a long, long time.