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- Underground eXperts United
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- [ Errors ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "ERRORS"
- by THE GNN/DC/uXu
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- "In space no one can hear you scream..."
- (S.P.O.C.K)
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- "Where did you see it?"
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- The moglam pointed a small finger towards the desert. Then he ran away
- in panic and disappeared into the maze of the yellow rocks.
- Robert turned around and looked the way the moglam had shown him. Nothing.
- He didn't like the black desert. Chilly winds and dangerous animals
- everywhere. For a while he thought about forgetting all about it and
- return to his Mobile Jet hidden in the rocks and return to the base.
- But he couldn't. He concentrated his mind and cocked the brain beam
- gun. A red light on his left glove confirmed the action.
- And he started to walk.
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- The moglams had been quite harmless. If the humans just protected them from
- the dangers on their planet they would accept a strategic base. Robert
- had been one of the first crews and he quickly got the job as an Moglam
- Protector. It was an easy job. Every time a moglam needed help he would be
- there. Moglams were stupid. They couldn't use a gun. They couldn't
- kill. So every time a desert animal decided to get something to eat, they
- were a good prey.
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- When the radio screamed that morning about a moglam sending emergency
- signals via the PlanetCom he expected to find another animal rampaging
- one of their villages. But when he came to the place where the signals had
- been sent he just found an lonely moglam. No animal. When he asked about
- what had got him to send the signals he just answered "Bright light! Hot!".
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- The black sand of the desert was not especially nice to walk on. He didn't
- want to use the Mobile Jet. He suspected that the "bright light" could be
- a leak from the green nuclear pipeline placed in the desert. And that would
- destroy the magnetic fields in the engine. His HUD radar didn't show any
- animals around. Good. The only thing he wanted to do now was to walk for
- half an hour and then return to the base with a "false alarm" report.
- He knew that they could be watching him. He just had to do something that
- looked good. After a while he reached the middle of the desert. In front
- of him, he could see the yellow northern rocks. Behind him, the southern
- rocks. He switched the HUD radar display to a view of all metals around.
- The green nuclear pipeline was just below him. No leaks.
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- "Moglams..."
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- He said some dirty words about the moglams and were just going to walk back
- to the Mobile Jet when he saw the light. It came from the left horizon
- towards him, flying over the desert. He had never seen anything like that in
- his whole life. It was bright orange and flew between the southern and
- northern mountains. He switched over to long-distance radar and discovered
- that the light travelled with an incredible high speed. It would reach him
- in...less than thirty seconds. He would never make it to the safe rocks in
- time. He regretted that he hadn't use the gun faster when the complete
- system of his suit broke down. Everything got silent and dark. The sounds
- of the wind blowing in the black desert reached his mind. He knew he
- was going to die and that he couldn't do anything about it. The orange
- light came closer. He closed his eyes. Before the light burned him
- to nothing he heard something. A scream. An electronic scream.
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- The file would be his in a few minutes. He just had to wait. Downloading
- is a necessary evil he used to say. But what was that? A sudden error on
- the transfer?
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- "What a worthless line..."
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