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... in quiet whisper that could barely be heard in the half-staffed control room. People in comfortable clothing sat at the control stations, sometimes moving to confer with one other, other times just moving to sit next to someone and lean against them.
At the master control terminal sat a tired looking man, with coarse gray hair, lines on his face, and tired, red-rimmed eyes. He was staring at the screens in front of him as he pecked with one hand at the keyboard.
Beside him sat a ...
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