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There was nothing but purple. A syrupy, dark purple.
No, that’s wrong. There were voices too. Lalna wasn’t sure what exactly they were saying, but they sounded feminine. They sounded like they were asking him something…no, demanding. No…singing? The blond scientist could not decipher anything at this point. He was just floating in violet molasses and listening to a woman blabber.
The voice changed. A familiar tone. It was Nano. He was certain now that he was recalling a memory. Yes, the very moment before getting Nano on his ship. She had stared at the Flux being released from its glass case, saying things like ̶