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So about that explosion thing. I had a half-drunk bottle of strawberry-pomegranate soda, and I'd left it on the floor of my room over-day, thinking I wouldn't need to chill it. (this is the kind that hcolleen  can't have.)

I show up to work, toting it. I get ready to start my day, and I loosen the lid.


Cap blows off in my hand. Stunned, I stare at the smoking bottle. There's no spray.

My co-workers laugh at me extensively.

I drink the soda anyway.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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