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“Testing. One, two. MPC is rolling.”
A low hum filled the room. Not music. A recording. Her father’s voice, rough from the lunar dust that had settled in his lungs. mpc player
“This is my last city. The colony. They told us the air scrubbers would hold for twenty years. They were wrong by five. But that’s not why I’m recording.” “Testing