Saturday, September 29, 2007


Cookmate took a sip of his water and winced. It was getting warm already, which brought out the alkali taste even worse. He forced the rest of the cup down, grimacing with disgust.

There was only so much the recycler could do. It made sure that the water didn't poison them (betyond givign them the runs until they were used to it), but the water was always going to taste of soap for as long as they stayed on Mars.

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