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Steel ComaThe twenty to forty minutes where sleep would find him or ignore him completely. That's where he lay. Or was it more accurate to say when? His too-alert brain fidgeted with semantics before homing in on the hum of his computer which exhaled nearby. The machine song was steady and simple enough to begin lulling him into unconsciousness but the abrupt creak of the building made him mentally snap to attention. Back where he started, lying in bed, unmoving, trying to reach the place between thinking and functioning that would send him to sleep. Twitch fingers. ScratchSteel Coma
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