Caldwell heard the familiar sound of his screams from deep within his nightmare. Long before it jolted him awake, he saw interlaced between the horrific images, fragments of the decision he had made. The fragments coalesced, fusing into something cold, dark and chillingly absolute. He opened his eyes, allowing his contacts and irises the milliseconds they needed to adjust to the semi-darkness. He grunted and turned over on the memory foam futon. It was quiet in his enclosed capsule, quiet, except for the discordant sounds of men in various states of sleep.

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