Contributor: Ray Daley
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"How are we for flags?" he asked the computer.
"More than enough left, Captain." responded the machine.
The machine was certain the captain thought there was a storage hold somewhere aboard, full of rolled up flags just waiting to be planted on another virgin surface. It didn't want to spoil his illusion, knowing that each flag it delivered to him had been created from a pre-recorded pattern on a replication system. In the hold was nothing, the ships ramscoop collected enough matter to fulfill all daily requirements.
"Touchdown Captain."
He picked up the flag from the table, secured his helmet and cycled the airlock.
"I claim this planet in the name of all the peoples of Earth."
He planted the flag pole in the ground securely, a single thrust to ensure it would stay there long after he had died.
In his...
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Ray Daley
