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@,@,@@,,@, Gray  Skies,  Swirling With  Soot. Stony @,@,@,,@,,
@,@,,@,@@, Ground  With  No  Hints  Of  Vegetation. @,@,@,@@,@
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@,@,,@,@@, 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.                @,@,@,@@,@
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@,@,,@,@@, 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.             @,@,@,,@,,
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@,@,@@,,@, 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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