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     Maj Prescot |
The irony of the situation was maddening. Prescot had always noted the activity as blatently stupid and a waste of ones time. And yet here he was, under the very grip of that which he found to be incomprehenceable. He could not stop it and he could not move forward, and it was begining to get on his nerves. Prescot shook his head as he inhaled and then exhaled a few times, hoping that would clear his mind. He grunted and reactivated his holotrainer. |