Station X was on the far side of the middle of nowhere.
Visitors never came, and the two men assigned to guard it had long since
exhausted every topic of casual conversation. There was nothing to do at
Station X but wait.
Indeed, the men had never been told what they were waiting
for. On one console of the barren shack that comprised the entire base was a
large red light. If the light ever turned on, the men were to press the yellow
button on the opposite wall. Under threat of treason, and the firing squad, they
were not allowed to leave before completing the task.
“They’ve forgotten us,” said one man.
“Maybe,” said the other.
Time passed slowly.
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