So, I'm on a massive, industrial ship. Almost as big as a cruise ship, but fitting more a fishing or shipping purpose. Lots of metal piping and corrugated metal walkways.

In this case, though, the ship is no long an industrial ship. It is instead a "university" ship, where all of the facilities have been converted into classrooms and lecture halls. Aside from a skeleton crew of workers and university staff, the ship is populated by college students.

And, as students tend to be, they are incredibly lazy. Rather than walking up the stairways from student quarters to the classrooms, a few dozen board the freight elevator and ride it up. Students rush on to make it before the slow-moving elevator starts.

"Oh hey, look at that ancient history." Somebody is playfully going through my wallet, and looking at my old student IDs as we ascend.

"Yeah," is all I have to say in response. "Pretty old."

Suddenly, there is a noise, and the freight elevator jolts.

"What was that?" somebody asks.

The sound from the elevator rises.

"It's the last hop before a gymnast jumps," I say.

Suddenly, a student leaning on a rail passes out. Then another, his eyes rolling back in his head. Something in the air, I think.

Another one goes limp, and tumbles backward. I breathe in and hold my breath, and dive forward to try to catch them.

I lose consciousness just as I catch them.

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