Now, let me just mention something very important. I know nothing about space travel. Or, well... I knew nothing. Not until the events of this past week, or... Couple years I guess... It's all so complicated. All I really know is... There were... Nine. Nine of us. Inmates. Criminals. Murderers, rapists, thieves. None too smart. Nine of us, and thirty of them. The men with the guns to our heads. Thirty-nine people, and one of that... Thing. Well, now there's just one left. Can you guess who that is?
Me.
Me. Alone. Unarmed. Afraid.
Fuck, I don't know what to do. I just know that they're gone. Dead. But maybe you'd like me to start over again. Let you know exactly what happened. Well, it's not too good a story, I assure you. But I suppose if you want to know... Who's stopping you. Certainly not me. How the fuck can I?
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