, dona eis requiem

[teddy]

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AGNUS DEI, QUI TOLLIS PECCATA MUNDI,
DONA EIS REQUIEM

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GRANT THEM REST... GRANT THEM REST ETERNAL
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In space...
No one everyone can hear you scream.
So what is a space station colony to do when
tragedy strikes and the threat of more hangs
almost tangible in the air? There are no aliens
here, there are no laser wars... only the time
bomb which fate has set against us-- and it
just keeps t i c k i n g . . .

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From colonization Sector Thirty-six to Community Vessel E68: 'Please... please help. If anyone can hear this, I'm on CV-F29. I--I don't know where the station is, exactly [shuffling in the background], but we need someone, doctors, or... uh, medicine... anyone. Anyone, please. Our population is dead... dying. I've seen them. The last of us, we've seen them die-- they see things that aren't there and they forget normal things... they shake until they cannot speak and then they just go blank. Their eyes die... We don't know what to do, our doctors, they're dead, too. We don't know where it came from, no one knows why we're getting sick-- oh God... [muffled] Alexi! Alexi, hold her head! [louder] Ich muß gehen. Please help us. Please help us!'
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[Ponyboy Curtis]

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