by Terrell Carter

"Fifty five."
"Fifty five what?"
"Fifty five seconds till the oxygen in our probe runs out."
"How did you figure it out?"
"I'd tell you if I had more time."
"So that's what people do when they're about to die,
calculate how much time they have left so they can waste it uselessly?"
"Guess s---

©2005 by Terrell Carter

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