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The man in room five ([info]joyuna) wrote,
@ 2006-11-02 08:06:00


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WHO WANTS TO BE A SPACE PIONEER?
Morning 2: 2669 words.

"Eleven other lucky contestants," he said in his critically acclaimed announcer voice, "chosen from all around the country, from all backgrounds and abilities, a cornucopia of this great country: and in four months, one of them will earn a coveted spot on the new space liner [some name]! Destined for the stars on a luxurious ten-month journey, our winner will work alongside scientists to discover new life along a promising galaxy just west of ours."
"West?"
Barry faltered. "Ah, well, that's what it says on the script. That's what they pay me to say."
"Tell me, Barry, in space, which way is west?"
"The...ah...opposite of east?"
Angela rolled her eyes. "Fair enough."




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