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Northworld

Hansen was trapped in an intrusion capsule that had experienced some kind of malfunction or attack upon entering the planet's atmosphere. The capsule's hull was disintegrating around him and the console displays were dead, but somehow Hansen survived. When the floor of the capsule gave way, Hansen found himself standing on the roof of a large building, overlooking farmland. He was surprised to be alive, as the damage to the capsule should have killed him due to heat or radiation.

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Northworld

Hansen was trapped in an intrusion capsule that had experienced some kind of malfunction or attack upon entering the planet's atmosphere. The capsule's hull was disintegrating around him and the console displays were dead, but somehow Hansen survived. When the floor of the capsule gave way, Hansen found himself standing on the roof of a large building, overlooking farmland. He was surprised to be alive, as the damage to the capsule should have killed him due to heat or radiation.

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NORTHWORLD

might think an intrusion capsule— "Two—" —could slip through where a fleet
couldn't but Hansen didn't believe that. "One—" if it wasn't impact and
instantaneous death waiting, what— "N—" said the artificial intelligence', the
first grunt of "Now!" before it cut off and the console display went dead black.
Hansen listened to the sound of blood coursing through the veins of his ears. The
next line of the song went, 'The innocent one began crying just then....’Hansen
would've kept singing to show the bastards somewhere that being trapped in limbo
until his air supply failed didn't terrify him, but his mouth was too dry to form the
words. The hull of the capsule quivered. One of the hull plates shifted like a
shingle that had rotted away from, the staple holding it to the wall. Light bathed
Hansen through a crack that widened as the plate fell off completely. The
capsule's three-layer coating of absorptive materials had already sloughed like the
carcass oaf beached jellyfish. The console displays were still dead. Hansen
should've been dead also. The amount of heat or other radiation it would take to
make the capsule disintegrate would carbonize a human being before he knew
what was happening. Not that Hansen did know what was happening. Three
more hull plates fell away, clanging against one another and, more mutedly, on
the ground beneath. Hansen still couldn't see much, just blue sky with some
impressive cumulus clouds in the distance. He hit the quick-release plate in the
center of his restraints and rose with a neutral look on his face. Hansen was more
than200 meters in the air, on top of a huge building. He was looking out over the
neat patterns of farmland, and— The floor of the intrusion capsule gave way and
dropped Hansen thirty centimeters to the ground. That shouldn't've been
unexpected, the way the upper hull was crumbling, but everydamnthing was a
surprise just now. The read-outs and touch-sensitive panels on the console all had
a frosted look as though they were withering under extreme heat. Particularly
surprising was the fact that he was alive'. The capsule had—landed?—on a

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