Millions of miles from now, a stowaway awoke from a benign slumber and set out to fulfill its only purpose-kill Aaron Jacob. No one aboard The Expiation suspected that this nebulous monster was slowly feeding on critical life-support systems. For days the creature inched closer to its goal until, stretched thin by the expanse of celestial nothingness, an improbable adversary extended a helping hand....rnAaron lay pleasantly on a bed slightly larger than his impressive frame. His pale skin submissively reflected red, blue, and yellow back at a panel of lights blinking wildly three inches above his face. Deep inside his mind a cool voice spoke in chants while the wafting smell of a medicine cabinet tickled his nose. A subtle electric shock hit around his waste and generated a vivid sensation. Aaron was not awake and yet he was not quite asleep -floating somewhere in the space between, he was communicating with Mission Control.
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