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thoughts of failure. He had complete confidence in Pitt, a particular that irritated the man from NUMA to no end. "The slope's surface has smoothed out. We should have a direct path to the summit." The lava rocks hereabouts may have lost their sharp edges and become rounded, Pitt muttered wearily, his words coming slow with the edge of an exhausted man, "but under no circumstance can they be called smooth." dynsite script file Not to worry. We're out of the abyssal zone and into midwater. Plunkett paused and pointed through the viewing window at a flash of blue-green bioluminescence. "Porichthys myriaster, a fish that lights up for two minutes." You have to feel sorry for him, Pitt said tongue-in-cheek. dynsite script file Why? Plunkett challenged. "The porichthys has adapted very well. His luminescence is used to frighten predators, act as bait to attract food, as a means to identify his own species and, of course, attract the opposite sex in the total blackness." Swimming in a cold black void all their lives. I'd call that a real drag. dynsite script file Plunkett realized he was

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