But then I could feel our ectoplasmic forms shooting upwards, towards the comet(Hale-Bopp, as it was called, but Hvexret was closer to its true name), and I was surrounded in the joy of my companions as we were drawn into it.
Now I think I am the last. The rest of our ectoplasmic energies have gone to power the propulsion system of our captors(saviours, I once called them). A fuel almost massless, but apparently quite efficient, they said. And we were such a rich harvest.
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