Cathy

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Filter-implants were a legal requirement for most space travel and no one joined the Carpathia without one—and they were bloody useful, too, filtering out the crap in most of the atmospheres we entered, so we almost never needed heavy equipment to do the job. But damn, the cleansing fluid for them tasted like ammonia laced with sulfuric acid, with a hint of sardine to add insult to injury.
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