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[Out of Milliways: Not all of wisdom brings joy.]
*Out under the strange stars, a lone figure staggers along the lakeshore. His unsteadiness can be partly explained by half-empty bottle clutched loosely in one hand, but only partly; anyone close enough to see his face -- not that there is anybody, at the moment -- would be able to tell that misery must account for a large part of it.*
*The figure stumbles over a loose stone, curses blurrily under his breath, and raises the bottle for another swig.*
*It is probably a very, very good thing for him that the Master-Shark no longer swims these waters.*
*Lowering the bottle, Andrew raises his head and shouts at the top of his lungs.*
Q!
*There's no response.*
Show yourself, you omnipotent son of a bitch!
*Out under the strange stars, a lone figure staggers along the lakeshore. His unsteadiness can be partly explained by half-empty bottle clutched loosely in one hand, but only partly; anyone close enough to see his face -- not that there is anybody, at the moment -- would be able to tell that misery must account for a large part of it.*
*The figure stumbles over a loose stone, curses blurrily under his breath, and raises the bottle for another swig.*
*It is probably a very, very good thing for him that the Master-Shark no longer swims these waters.*
*Lowering the bottle, Andrew raises his head and shouts at the top of his lungs.*
Q!
*There's no response.*
Show yourself, you omnipotent son of a bitch!