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The scrape of a cupboard door sliding open could be heard in the dim, dingy kitchen, soon followed by the click of a button. In an instant a cone of light appeared, illuminating the contents of the cupboard. The glow unveiled the scarce few items inside, an empty box of crackers and a pair of rectangular tin cans.  Peering inside was the face of a boy, no older than twelve, a heavy stick flashlight in his hand. The boy was down on all fours as he inspected the objects before him. Lifting the pair of protective goggles from his eyes he drew them up and let them rest against the front of his hardened leather helmet. Reaching for the can on the