I am orbiting this planet at my own speed. It is very pleasant. Soon, though, I will have to beam down. I will put on my suit, puffy like a diver’s, only lighter than air. It will have the necessary tubes and tanks a window, weights to hold me down, whatever I need to survive. But I don’t really want to come down and it isn’t the suit. It’s something they’ve done to my brain up here, strange thoughts they’ve put in my head. Now I can’t remember why I used to live there anymore or why they said those awful things about me when I left but I don’t think I want to go back.
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