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Chapter 4 begins with a poem.
That’s the Alpha Centauri system painted on the wall of the Club of the Suns, by the way. I don’t know if anyone will get the pun/reference in the name of this establishment.
But I enjoy it thoroughly.
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Panel 1: (poem): This heart is not my heart. Its beat is unfamiliar. They took mine out and put a new one in. This heart has never breathed fresh air or passed bitter ice crystals from Martian winters through my veins. This heart is not my heart. It's bigger, stronger than before. The heart they gave me's tough and mean, but only now's the heart in me big enough there's room for you.
Panel 2: Maida stands on a low stage with a mural of a soviet rocket flying to the triple suns of Alpha Centauri behind her. An audience of mostly F-class cafe patrons applauds her performance.
Panel 2: Maida stands on a low stage with a mural of a soviet rocket flying to the triple suns of Alpha Centauri behind her. An audience of mostly F-class cafe patrons applauds her performance.
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