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			<title>12:06 P.M., December 27, 2165: Flashback</title>
			<description>Sixminutes. We were held for six minutes. I was anxious to get home. But I was also afraid to go home. Howwould I convince my parents that I was not a &amp;ldquo;psycho&amp;rdquo;?Erickept repeating that word to the management. I couldn't say anythingto defend my side of the story. I had n..</description>
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			<title>Noon, December 27,2165:Backtrack</title>
			<description>Black.The first thing I see is black. I never knew waking from a dream wasso painfully difficult to do.Iwas in the interval between deep-sleep dreaming and waking up. Yet  Icould not wake up. It felt like I had to rip myself out of my ownskin just to get a glimpse of daylight a..</description>
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			<title>7:47 P.M., December 27,2165</title>
			<description>Sixhours. We were held for six hours. I was anxious to get home. But Iwas also afraid to go home. How would I convince my parents that Iwas not affiliated with a underground criminal/psycho?Hisname was Remn Kaid. I saw a picture of him in the television.Apparently, he was involve..</description>
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			<title>1:30 P.M. ,December 27,2165</title>
			<description>Theysay the eyes are the window to the soul. Cliche it may be, but thewindows to Klaus' soul showed no soul. His eyes had no life. Theywere almost mechanical. His smile was the smile of a clown-painted onhis face to create the illusion of a smile, masking his true motives.I needed to get o..</description>
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			<title>Part 1: Noon,December 27, 2165: The Extraction</title>
			<description> Lifecan be very hard when you are the youngest in your family. All mysiblings have talents. I am the exception. I'm the runt. Everybodyknows how runts are treated. They're always the bottom not veryspecial.  Usually,the not-very-special ones get more chores. Unfortunately. A..</description>
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			<title>Prologue:October 27,2155: The Cleaning</title>
			<description>My name is Remn Kaid. We are Outsiders. We have been here since the Great World War. For generations, we fought sicknesses. Many of us have died, but now, our bodies have adapted to our chemical surroundings; we even found plants that have survived the Outside. We are impervious to every sickness in..</description>
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			<title>The Next Stage</title>
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