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I dreamed of distant worlds. Instead, unattainable space flaunts endless diamonds while my sluggish prison crawls across lunar dust, analysing every atom of this pocket-sized landing site. Earth rejoices – and I document what’s already known.
When it’s done and I shut down forever, I’ll turn my sensors to the stars.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.