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 <title>Chapter 5: Liftoff</title>
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&lt;p&gt;MARTIN ROBINSON&lt;br /&gt;
 Don&#039;t Mom. &amp;lt;He backs into his tube&amp;gt; Vogue says this will&lt;br /&gt;
be the style in&lt;br /&gt;
 10 years. &amp;lt;He pats down his fur-hair&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
 Timmothy rolled his eyes. Only Martin would worry about his&lt;br /&gt;
 hairstyle at a time like this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
 TIMMOTHY ROBINSON&lt;br /&gt;
 Jenny? &amp;lt;He asked his girlfriend, adopted sister&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
 The cryotubes were mounted on the wall, side by side. Each&lt;br /&gt;
had&lt;br /&gt;
 just enough room for a body. Jenny was adjusting the system&lt;br /&gt;
controls&lt;br /&gt;
 for their frozen-sleep state. An extra-durable plastic cover&lt;br /&gt;
would snap&lt;br /&gt;
 around them, already wearing heavy-duty black and silver&lt;br /&gt;
protective&lt;br /&gt;
 jumpsuits. An oxygen tube fed directly into each&lt;br /&gt;
compartment.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 11:05:17 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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