2) People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed. 3) There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action. Of all of them, number three is really the only one you have to keep in mind. “This is stupid,” Tack says. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I don’t bother replying. He’s right, anyway. This is stupid, and we shouldn’t be doing it. But we are. “If anything goes wrong, we abort,” Tack says. “I mean anything. I won’t miss out on Christmas for this shit.” “Christmas” is code for the next big mission. We’ve only heard rumors about it so far. We don’t know when, and we don’t know where. All we know is that it’s coming. I feel a sudden wave of nausea, a tide rolling up to my throat, and swallow it. “Nothing will go wrong,” I say, even though of course I can’t know that. That’s what I said about migration this year. Nobody dies, I said, over and over, like a prayer.
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