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February 11, 2008

Ted: 2009

He pulled the cartridge out of its pouch.

Depleted uranium was a dull gray on that cloudy gray morning.

His friend from 2109 smiled and nodded his approval. "Go ahead," he seemed to say. As always, he couldn't hear any sound from his friend, he could only try to interpret his friend's wishes.

He chambered the slug. It had taken him almost a year to hand make the titanium shell casings and high explosive chemicals for his homemade ammo. Five hundred and thirty seven rounds.

"Once you start, you have to be ready to finish." He remembered hearing that somewhere.

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