Sunday, August 1, 2010

ftl ftw

by Robert Gryfft and Ari Collins

Sol's final light glimmered tranquily at him. Shivering, he squinted at the too-bright gauge. Three, four more jumps. Tops.

He wiped frost from the timer with stiff, fumbling fingers. Before the numbers could start another last dance, he took a deep breath and pushed the button.

Nothing happened.

Sol shone just a little brighter.

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