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Who the hell put a quiz in my Oort Cloud?

Sierra Napoleon

Freshman Infection | Zachary Foley | Handmade Paper

The tether tugged at his suit  

as he scanned over the 

flashing blue screen. He 

didn’t want to go closer, 

but the intrigue pulled him in. 

What was this? Why was  

it out here? Where even Neptune 

was a blurry smudge in the 

sky? What did the options mean? 

The Above? The Below? The 

Never Again? The Maybe Another Time?  

He reached                                   but the ship lurched.  

                                                                                               His fingers brushed the last one. 

 

                         A blinding light. 

 

                                                                    Where did he go?