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       "Will you bring me some clothes please?" :I said to Lena entering the room: "I won't
sleep anymore." 
       I've been sitting on the bed for five minutes already:   kicking my bare feet  - and
wondering: whether to go: or not to go - on an excursion in my daisy panties.
       "Size 4:" said Lena: placing a green dungarees: shirt and cap on the bed: "shoes 8."
       "Good guess:" I complimented her: when I got dressed.
       "The captain would like to speak with you.  On the way to the bridge:  we can take a
little tour of the ship."
       "Great."
       We went out into a winding corridor.  Two young pilots in camo uniforms were walking
towards us and both raised their hands in greeting as they passed us.
       "What is your rank?" :I asked curiously.
       "It was addressed to you."
       "Hardly."
       "Almost a million people lived on the Lyra satellite. All who survived were saved by
you. The video of you fighting in the elevator is known to all green soldiers."
       Softly glowing labyrinth  of passages and tunnels  led us to a spacious room full of
music: laughter: and conversation.
       All the men and women present turned to us one by one and saluted me.
       I put my cap on: so I could greet them back.
       "This was our wardroom  - sometimes a pub:  sometimes a gym: sometimes a disco:  and
sometimes a boxing stadium:" Lena said as the door closed behind us on the other side: "and
now: we are coming to the main greenhouse: to the right is the kitchen - there the crew can
supplement their basic diet with real food. Are you hungry?"
       "Like hell."
       The kitchen smelled of the sweetest aromas.
       A nimble guy with a boyish face was twirling around the pots and pans: and gave us a
warm smile.
       "Filip: can you prepare something quick? The captain is waiting for us."
       "Definitely:"  nodded Filip:   cut off a large piece of fluffy bread  and skillfully
decorated it with pieces of freshly roasted onions.