by a great flood, nor by uncontrollable circumstances, but simply due to the loss of will, the loss of hope. "...I'm tired, I don't think the Sun dome is down that way. And, if it is, its probably got holes in the roof, like the last one. I think I'll just sit here." Simmons was conquered from within. There was nothing the Lieutenant could do to persuade him from suicide. And so he trekked on toward a Sun Dome he himself doubted to exist, and nearly laid down like his companions and succumbed to the rain. "He slipped and fell. Lie here, he thought; it's the wrong one. Lie here. Its no use. Drink all you want." Something from within pushed him from the mud, and to his feet. An intangible yet burning force, the iron rod of human will, shining and defiant, bent but not broken lead the Lieutenant onward past doubt , past fa
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