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-+-+-+- Stefan Habicher -+-+-+- C98.701 -+-+-+- Red -+-+-+-
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What a fucking nightmare! "Go to the colonies," they said.
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"All the space you want, all the fresh air you want, all
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the freedom you want," they said. I wake up in the fucking
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dark. The air smells like I didn't wash for a hundred
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years and that's probably correct. Plus the waste and the
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ozone and small shit removal leaks and no fucking bots to
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clean up the mess. And the Medical Backup Operator with
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the 'Beth' personality profile loaded. "Don't worry, it'll
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be all right." She keeps saying that but it's not all
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right. It's fucking terrible.
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I have an environmental suit. The small safe room is not
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even filled with breathable atmosphere! It's just enough
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warm gas that I can transfer into the cryo berth which of
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course won't put me back to sleep since now I'm fuck face
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"mission critical" Stef. If I'm not going to murder this
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ship on route I'll probably get murdered when we land. If
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we ever land.
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My job: Go into the warzone. Fix hatches. Remove debris.
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Lay cables. Bridge the optic fibre lines. Seal leaks. It's
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so much work to even make places accessible to the bots
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again. What did these fuckers think, using projectile
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weapons in fucking space. We're in this tiny fucking tin
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can, surrounded by centuries of cold death and they have
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nothing better to do than puncture the hull and launch
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rocket propelled grenades at each other? We're lucky they
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all killed themselves. Fuckers deserved it. I'm not for
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the death penalty but I support Darwin. You get my drift.
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Humans pick up a weapon and it's never going to end well.
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And my job is to bring the ship up to a level where we
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can get Repair up. It's Autonomous System Recovery and I,
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for the moment. We're together in this. Reactor and
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Shields is up. And the Medical Backup Operator who is
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prepared to handle trauma. Imagine if it had Greg loaded
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instead of Beth. It'd be like a report from the warzone.
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But Beth makes it sound like excursions from the safe
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room into the post-apocalypse and community building.
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Well, it's me, and them, I guess it's us, and 322
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revivable cryo berths. I'm told that Beth tried to wake
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Evelyn Stierli and discovered some weaknesses in the
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wake-up protocol. Shit. I think there's a video somewhere
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but I don't have access to those files.
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Anyway, I'm just going to press send on this fucker. QEC
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peeps, enjoy this message from the brink of desaster.
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Remember no to shoot in space. Or anywhere, for that
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matter. Also no rockets on the inside of a space ship.
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But I hope you already know that. I'm just angry, that's
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all. For fuck's sake. I'm going to log off and tomorrow
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we'll see about an access to Kitchen Services. Fuck.
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-+-+-+- End of Transmission -+-+-+- Signed SYS-MED -+-+-+-
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