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GC One-Shot: ZaeisThe sound of children met Dr. Thraal’s ears like an alien language. It had been over 30 years since he, or for that matter anyone, had last heard a child’s voice. The recording playing in the science facility’s cafe was probably a soothing reminder of better times to some, but to Dr. Thraal, it was the bitter punchline to the joke that was the sterility plague.:bigthumb719933552: :bigthumb721422580: :bigthumb361426387: :bigthumb725751481: :bigthumb703396715::bigthumb726916687: :bigthumb717900007: :bigthumb668637236: :bigthumb727148409: :bigthumb717282938::bigthumb716930059: :bigthumb718116719::bigthumb704452676::bigthumb721116426: :bigthumb710638385: :bigthumb700495186: :bigthumb721700368::bigthumb726777304: :bigthumb726803868::bigthumb714563124::bigthumb723514435::bigthumb720563583: :bigthumb724236088::bigthumb701704352::bigthumb727173788: :bigthumb714917306:
“Shut that damn thing off!” came the gruff voice of another patron.
Dr. Thraal smiled. Clearly, he wasn’t alone in his opinion.
The sound of children’s voices ceased, and the only thing Dr. Thraal could hear now was muted conversation. Then, a hand landed on his shoulder.
He spun around to see a professorial type, with a heavy beard and a tweed vest, holding out his hand. As soon as he spoke, Thraal knew he was the same man who’d demanded the recording be turned off.
“Dr. Thraal, I don’t believe we’ve met. Professor Zariel. I’m a great admirer of your work.&