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He was sitting a a library computer terminal, tapping away. Nothing monumental...barely even trivial, but he kept typing as if his life depended on it, or at least his sanity. The sun was dipping low, soon to vanish beneath the horizon, and he would have to return to his bunk, surrounded by so many people, none of whom he cares for, and none who cares for him. Being there, he understood why people lash out blindly. He had standards luckily, to keep them all safe and him out of an even nastier place to sleep.