The Fate of an AcademicThe Fate of an Academic ---The Fate of an Academic
He struggles in vain, disbelieving eyes watching the light of the surface slowly disappearing above his head. Everything he dreams of, everything he desires, everything he might have had is dimming as he sinks ever further.
His hands grasp uselessly behind his back, held in place by cords wound of mere paper; their typed words that appear so official attest to his worth, sing his praises, label him as an accomplished scholar while they keep him in place. His body writhes yet he fails to break free.
Around his ankles are the anchors he fights so desperately against as the
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"Spins and turns, angles and curves. The shape of dreams, half remembered. Slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of perfection - a perfect face, perfect lace. Find the perfect world for the end of Kara Thrace. End of line."
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