He sat there, considering this. He felt calm now, as one would when having gone beyond bearable horror. This was the end of him. It was nearly equal to an absolute death. His two captors stood there, staring at him. The man seemed ill at ease. Eventually he barked at the capsuleer, “That’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Characters on a screen, and a locked-on target. How can it mean so much and so little all at the same time? What kind of human being are you?” The doomed man couldn’t help but smile. The woman raised the bottle in warning, but his smile was without ego or rancor, and she lowered it again. “I’m a capsuleer,” he said.
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