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Fragments 1 (Crawling from the Wreckage) > i remember going to the beach when it wasn't too hot. > i remember the soldiers coming with their rifles to > guard us. my mother thought it was silly but the > next day the soldiers came to our house and helped > us pack. a lady soldier tried to play with us, but > our nanny chased her away. > > i remember going to the base and being loaded onto > a cargo plane. i remember crawling from the wreckage of the craft i'd managed to cobble together. it had gotten me this far; when i'd set out, i was primarily concerned with getting away from the last place i'd crashed in. that it moved was good enough for me. i remember looking about, examining the place i'd landed. it was completely inhospitable. worse, it was freezing; hardly any sunlight. i smacked my forehead -i'd landed at one of the poles, dammit. i wasn't going to freeze to death, but there wouldn't be anyone here i could use. i crawled back into the wreckage and went to sleep. maybe someone would come by one day and dig me out.

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