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"Just 10 minutes more," I thought to myself, as another minor shock wave from an explosion gently rippled past my rescue pod. The automated protocol blared at me sternly: How dare I snooze its efforts. A cloud of small fragments had been ripped off the dreaded prison ship's carcass. The curved bright trails in the planet's atmosphere bathed my face in warm light. I hadn't been this happy in years. This glorious fireworks of freedom. "Just 10 minutes more."
