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[[!meta title="Material"]]
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Material is a short story from several perspectives showing the oddities caused
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by [[dims/heaven]] (and thus causality) being destroyed in the [[Deceiver
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Universe|dims/deceiver]]'s bad timeline.
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The story is unfinished and probably won't be finished, any time soon at least.
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# Contents
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<div align=center><h3>Material</h3></div>
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<div align=center>12:40 20/01/3101 NE // UNKNOWN</div>
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<q>Over the last year I've found little reason to be on Earth with all the war going on at the moment. I'll be sitting here drinking my cappuccino, bitches!</q> I sent the BBS post to the travel board, surely someone'd laugh. <q>Anyways,</q> I said to my friend, <q>I'll be star-side. Give me a few minutes in there and we'll be moving again.</q>
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<q>What the fuck even went wrong? We fueled up to a 120 lightyear trip and it's failing at only 20. This is worse than when we had to refuel every 5 a few hundred years back, at least then we'd know <i>when</i> we'd have to spend all our money.</q> Her annoyance filled the room with a stifling atmosphere, and then I knew it was fate that I'm getting the hell out now.
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<q>Well,</q> I said as I jumped down to the base chamber, laden in all kinds of colors, <q>maybe we were shammed when we bought this ship.</q>
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<q>No good,</q> she says, <q>no good at all.</q>
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I didn't agree with the sentiment. The retro-deco design of the ship was definitely my style.
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<div align=center>12:42 27/01/3101 NE // MARS ORBIT</div>
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We reached the abandoned ship, a mere thousand something kilometers out of high orbit. A few hundred years pass and there should only be a bit of rust on these things, but the ship was in worse disrepair than I've ever seen.
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The four of us trunked into the ship and checked out the interior. A few hours pass and we didn't see anything. The report was dull, but an object that big just coming out of hyperspeed – which it apparently entered for no reason – just isn't right. I guess I just don't have time to dwell over these things anymore.
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<q><i>Excessive time waste</i></q> summed up the trip. I did like the parts of design on the she ship I could see, though. Retro-deco is definitely my style.
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<div align=center>10:15 28/01/3101 NE // MARS</div>
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Four men in space suits walked into the café. Kind of a strange sight to see, but I'd heard of these <q>garbage hunters</q> before. Seems like an excessive time waste to me, you can't get money from selling space trash.
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… Maybe you can, who knows. My friend was singing at me but I wasn't paying attention. The four guys, in unison, sat down at a table. It was pretty funny. They didn't all ask for the same drink, though, and I was disappointed. I looked at the seat next to me and waited for my friend to arrive.
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