§¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨                                          §¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§§§¨                                          ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨§¨§§                                          ¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§§                                          ¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨ Gray  Skies, Swirling  With  Soot. Stony §¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ Ground  With  No  Hints  Of  Vegetation. ¨§¨¨¨¨§¨§§
§¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨                                          ¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§§
§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨ Below  The   Surface   Are  The   Mines, ¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§¨
§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§ Spiraling  Down  Into  The Crust.  Small §¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨
§¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨ Compared To The Caverns  They Eventually ¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨ Reach  And Join With. The Temperature Is ¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨
¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨ Higher  Down Here,  And The View Is  Not §¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨ As  Monochrome:  A  Green  Light Beckons §§¨¨§¨¨¨§¨
¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨                From Below.               §§§¨¨§¨¨¨§
§¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨                                          §¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨
¨§¨¨¨¨§¨§§ Long  Ago, There Was A Lifeform Here. In ¨¨§§§¨¨§¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§§ The Center  Of The  Planetoid, Something ¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§¨ Dormant, Waiting For  A  Collision  With §¨¨¨§§§¨¨§
§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨ Another   Body.   But   No   Planet  Was ¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨
¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨ Reached,  And Over  Time,  The  Seedling ¨¨§¨¨¨§§§¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨             Became A Sludge.             ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨§§
§¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§§
§§¨¨§¨¨¨§¨ And  Elves  Came  As  Miners,   And  The ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨
§§§¨¨§¨¨¨§            Sludge Was Bottled.           ¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨
§¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨§¨¨ ######################################## ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ #                                      # §¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§
§¨¨¨§§§¨¨§ # #@#@@@§@§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§@§@@@#@# # §§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ # @                                  @ # §§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨§¨¨§¨§§ # @ @                              @ @ # ¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§§ # @ @   The Cargo Ship Is Filled,  @ @ # ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨ § @ #      Prepared For Launch,    # @ § ¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ % # #   Ignition Sequence Started  # # % §¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨ \ § #    Hours Ago. Elves In The   # § \ ¨§¨¨¨¨§§§¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨ \ % §   Passenger Cabin, Not Yet   § % \ ¨¨§¨¨¨§¨§§
§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§ « \ §   Seated. But Something Is   § \ « ¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§
§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ « « §   Wrong. There Is Something  § « « §¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨
§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ^ ^ %   Green Around Their Mouths. % ^ ^ ¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨
§¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨ ^ ^ \ The Sludge Has Been Sampled, \ ^ ^ ¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨ ^ ^ «     Entertained, And Then    « ^ ^ ¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨ ^ ^ ^      Finally Binged On.      ^ ^ ^ ¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨
¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨ ¨ ¨ ¨                              ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§
§¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ The Engines Are Burning Hot, ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨
¨§¨¨¨¨§§§¨         And The Ship Accelerates         ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§¨§§           Away. The Elves Have           §¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§        Strapped Themselves In, And       §§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§
§¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨       Are Lying Completely Still,        §§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨              Like Corpses.               §¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨                                          ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨                                          §¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨§¨¨¨§§§¨