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Sadness fills his movements, like a sludge.

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Permanent wrinkles.

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Sick tradeoff. A little ideological betrayal in exchange for the chance to use a pneumatic drill in reduced gravity.

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You can marinate in failure way better than any 'city-state'. You can twist dive into it.

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Vacuum-sealed, your airways convulse feebly.

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Right in the fucking mouth.

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Vacuum-sealed, your airways convulse feebly.

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Easy peasy, like unhooking a bra.

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An impressive display of dexterity, wasted on an act of utter cringing lameness.

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You don't lollop. You bound, gracefully, like a whippet or a red hind.

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Self-awareness seizes your legs. You wobble, unsure how to distribute your weight.

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You could totally pull off a little finger trick like that, if you wanted to.

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Your advantage is slipping. Draw already.

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Whatever. You know ways that don't even exist yet.

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Sleek lines and soft curves alternate to form an object that screams high-end.

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His own appearance is neat and precisely kempt. Even the way his jumper is tied around his neck appears studied and deliberate.

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That thing's not surviving a gunshot.

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The purple plane wouldn't help.

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No bass? Lightweight.

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"Brace yourself." (Pry him.)

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You could attempt this with precisely none of your assets. They're all too big.

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Clean diagonal slit. Superficial. Self inflicted.

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Her mind's catching up to her, too. Adrenaline wearing off.

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A shot far beyond you, or any of your known and revealed Crew.

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You study their movements carefully -- a beautifully choreographed display of physical prowess.

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Thin ribbons of the old fabric sewn into the tops of their socks.

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He may try and shoot you again.

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A grown man in a pink hoodie should be laughable... and yet...

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Extract the Hombre.

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This might actually work on you, especially with bespoke tailoring.

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You can't picture yourself wearing this. You're not even sure an imaginary woman could pull this look off.

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Only in the abstract sense.

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That's not discipline...

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His fingers twitch in jittery bursts. Postictal tremors -- the aftershock of a seizure.

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The getup. The fashion. The aesthetics of Luzian mass culture unmistakable even when they're undercover.

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He's weaker than he looks. Even these little exertions leave him drained.

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His body completes the sentence with another one of its periodic shivers.

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The command runs through paralysed limbs. The only response the body gives is nausea.

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Oh boy, you're finally going to get your steps in!

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Spoken like an old coach haunting the edge of a pitch.

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He's slightly baffled by your timing. That leaves him open for a follow-up.

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He handles the disc reverently, as if it were a tiny plastic coffin.

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And as the audio content was obliterated -- so was PSEUDOPOD.

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A reverse pickpocket... devious, difficult. She can do it.

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It's only when he starts running that you realise how inebriated he truly is.

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The mandibles on the stag beetle are fully the size of its body. Obvious physical superiority.

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An abrupt loss in hand-eye coordination -- in Ramses, who had the hands of a surgeon.