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at least until the Mormons finished their generation ship and headed for the stars and freedom from procreation restrictions.
back when they were young and, if not hopeful, at least more joyful in their fatalism.
“Holy shit, you guys are doing it!” “Um,” Holden said. “What?” “Something’s been screwy ever since we got back on the Roci, but I couldn’t figure. But that’s it! You guys are finally playing hide the weasel.”
“Cap’n?” Amos continued, ignoring him. “Consider that no one gives a fuck, it won’t stop us from doing our jobs, and just enjoy it, since we’ll probably all be dead in a few days anyway.”