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"Well trained actors are taught the old tradition that the show must go on. But what's the point of it all when your audience is very, very dead?"
From somewhere there was a buzzing sound. It kept repeating. The gentle throb of it vibrated his eardrums; the vibrations registered somewhere at the bottom edges of his brain. Buzzzz. Insistently, like a wasp. Like a trapped wasp. But there were no wasps in the streamlined metal shell of Vanguard-I.