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Barreling out of the gateway, the PSS cuts power to all extraneous systems. Only life support and communications are left active. Engine controls disengaged, our ship set off course, mere degrees from our docking trajectory. Goldilox hails Star Seed, "Coming in hot! Can you throw us a lasso?" Sounds of creaking metal and warning sirens create a symphony of noise. The realization of the lingering audio hallucination breaks a few into laughter as Star Seed's traktor beam calibrates it's grip. We're pulled into holding. We land. A sigh of relief.
"Awe man! This is awesome!", the brief silence is broken by Technohippy, another member aboard our flight from the PsyOps vanguard. "There's something I've been meaning to gather from here, to share with you all. I'll be right back!"
His return is marked by the growing sound of boastful laughter, "I found it! I found it!". Sitting at the ship's intercom, he reveals a drive labeled:
A R C H I V E 2 0 1 7
DJ Links:
mixcloud.com/technohippy
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