The Blueprints
ACT I Michael Torres stood in the hallway outside Director Marsh's office and tried to remember when he had last slept more than four hours. The answer was yesterday, maybe the day before. Time at the Aurora Project had a way of collapsing—days blurring into nights, nights into the fluorescent glare of the control room where the mirror's orbital data scrolled across screens in an endless...
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