He wasn’t sure how long he’d been trudging across the
ocean floor, but the abyssal chill of the deep had penetrated the protective
layers of his suit with its bitter tendrils and his oxygen was dangerously low.
Something appeared suddenly in the cone of his flashlight. He stopped in his
tracks, sure that the deleterious effects of the cold on his cognition were
making him see things. It was a dome with a protrusion. It reminded him of being
little, watching shows about people colonizing other planets. The thing in
front of him looked exactly like the habitats on TV.
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