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In the grand scheme, this is the mission. To wipe the cheek of a good solider, dying in agony. To say, "There, there. Help is on the way." 
When it is not. When it never was. 
Cells. As in a body. Interlinked.
And dying. 

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Bugging A-Cell

They send messages screaming towards the black satellites in heaven. Begging for aid. Asking to know what something means -- asking what it ALL means. Or "meant," it they're smart enough to get it. If they can? If they should?

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