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Scratching an itch [Open]
Namely the itch for space, for air. Nathan had been going over a check list for things to keep an eye on around the ship, but even politicians like to unwind from time to time. He heard the notice about the podpop, more arrivals to meet with later. In the meantime, his steps had taken him to the Sensoriums. Remembering the deep Nevada skies, he called it up, his surroundings becoming gritty sand, and rocks. Bare hills in the distance, with sparse vegetation.
Then in an instance, he took flight, and a sonic boom sounded in the crisp blue sky.
Then in an instance, he took flight, and a sonic boom sounded in the crisp blue sky.

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Nathan had to remind himself for a moment.
"Yeah I do. Especially when it comes to my family."
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"Maybe I should go talk to them again. Make sure we're all on the same page here. Neither of them can afford to make mistakes like that around here. Specially with the larger number of people awake."
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"More like .07 percent," He muttered.
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He added, "Said I'd eventually be President, by going that way."
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"Is this your way of saying that anyone can make a mistake?" Lyta asked.
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