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Quorum of Salt
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The door opens slow. And there's Bay 9. Full of cryo-pods. Rows of them. All dark except one at the far end. The light inside is still on. The window is frosted. I walk toward it with salt still on my hands.
The pod beeps faster. 05:30. 05:15. It's really waking up. And I'm standing here staring at a version of myself that's been asleep in ice for god knows how long. The vote says I shouldn't let this happen. It shouldn't wake.
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