A process cannot be understood by stopping it

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Greyish sky with a tone of brown sugar with the lines illuminated by the rising sun was floating behind the thin glass of medical hover. It was the only entertaining and changing part of picture aroung Lloyd, so he stared on that indefinite color of the world around with some unbearable anguish he couldn't find a reason for. He will be fine.

The small dot rushed up on the horison. Armored Transport accurately reached the gravitational coridor created by Docking Rings and jumped to open space. Deep inside, in the cargo bay, Sequoia sat on one of containers and tried to finally check the information downloaded today - the connection was blocked fast, corrupting the files transferred and all the gainings looked like a terrible mess.

Finally, something - and she cheered up while waiting for the file to open and fill the screen with dozens of pages of text with graphics, links and images.

"Report on aberrations during the terraforming operations for Synth Foods Inc, Stuttgart, 0308770-1402774; by: Brian Stolle, Richard Carr, Herman Snitze, Karl Marx, Mikael Twarkovski."

It was something and they had no right to misuse this little chance.

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