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ST-28Rob very carefully lifted the sample vial from the lab desk. A single slip of his gloved hand would spill highly infectious Lassa virus all across the floor of his lab. His hazmat suit would protect him, but the ensuing cleanup would be a bitch, so he tended to try and avoid any spillage. His research partner, a rather tall, skinny, and very religious man by the name of Edward watched attentively through the Plexiglas from the other room. In the two months Rob had been there he quickly discovered that he had steady hands when it came to this kind of thing. He carried the vial over to a large boxed in lab bench that had rubber gloves that exteST-28
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Scrap 1 part 2After a time of futile struggling, all the while with that grotesque eye staring unblinkingly at me, I finally calmed down. I can’t say whether five minutes or five hours had past, but my muscles burned and sweat was pouring from my brow. Panting heavily from my exertions, I stared back in to the depths of the eye. I couldn’t escape, so I may as well face whatever this place was until I could get out. Just as words were forming in the back of my throat, a question as to purpose, I heard a voice. For some reason I knew it came from the eye, even though there was no mouth to speak. I can’t even say whether or not I actually heardScrap 1 part 2
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From Personal ExperienceIn the evenings, sometimes, I sit or lay here or there and just smile. I just smile. There really isn’t much explanation for it, really. Just smiling because I can. I think it may be because I know when I fall asleep I will dream something great and then never revisit it when I wake up. I guess I might as well enjoy it while I can. Or maybe it’s because I know when I fall asleep and wake up I’ll have to brush my teeth and wear clothes and smile to others instead of screaming at them. Maybe I’m just practicing for when I’ll need to. But I smile, and I guess there really isn’t an explanation valid enough to justify it, but I don’t really care.From Personal Experience
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