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Field Trip-The Prelude
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De's eyes crept open as Cooper's voice came over the intercom system. He could tell it was her speaking, but the words themselves were all garbled, as if being spoken through water. His head laid back on the rear of the sofa as his hands folded into his lap, everything the in room including the ceiling he was staring at was glowing softly...but without any color.

De found himself basking in the glow of an invisible light, which in and of itself explained why his father had named his product the way he had. In the back of his mind he knew he should be worried about the fact that he could no longer understand spoken language, but the euphoric feeling that had washed over him simply wouldn't allow him to worry or fear. A thin smile spread across his face as his lips began to part and a hushed whisper escaped him.

"Two roos carry lager...."


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