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FROM: root@gaudium

TO: *

DATE: 2257/9/14

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The ship is in disarray, and I send this message along with others to

preserve our records. This particular message is a report of some storm

on Mars; we have not been that way for a century or so, but the records

remain and with luck will remain.

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Captain, you know, we have lost contact with the Russian colony on

Mars, but as far as I am aware, you have had no report as to the reason.

I hope with this letter to elighten you as to the cause of this.

A few weeks ago, you and the council had me posted on Mars for

diplomatic reasons. Those Russians had made something beutiful: a domed

city with all the luxuries from Earth which we have come to miss. I went

with Mr. Grigorievich to play golf; you might not even have heard of golf,

but it is a thing to behold. Having never golfed before, I lost, but it

was still enjoyable. After this, we did a number of other things, but

after all was done, I made my way to the hotel room the council had

provided me.

That night, although it was dark, all people saw and worried about a

sand storm rising in the south. The dome generally protected all from such

storms, but this storm had somehow carved many small cracks into the dome,

and larger cracks were forming.

I saw all that was happening, and I knew, if I was to live, I would have

to gain access to a ship. Although what I am about to write will incriminate

me, I will hide from you no detail, and I understand, if you belive, I am due

some punishment, for I belive, I am deserving of this.

I made my way to the nearest ship; it belonged to an old man given a name

which sounded like Mark and clad in white from head to toe. Outside his

abode, dozens of men, women, and children lined up hoping he would help them

escape. I saw both the ship and the masses, and I knew there would be no

room for me in that ship. Knowing this, I broke into the house from the back

way. I killed Mark, and I did not even help those poor souls just outside his

house.

I launched the ship, and flew until yesterday, when I arrived upon the

Gaudium. As I left through a massive hole the storm had cracked into the

dome, I saw the sands rush in, and I saw them kill those poor people. Do

what you will with me, for I know, whether or not you condemn me, God will.

Awaiting my fate, former officer Ottis Dale

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