Knock-knock-knockNo, that’s not creepy at all. Being in a spaceship twelve light-years from home and having someone knock on the door is totally normal.
Actually, I was the very lowest ranked member of the crew. I would only be “in command” if I were the only remaining person.”What do you know? I’m in command
Log Entry: SOL 118My conversation with NASA about the Water Reclaimer was boring and riddled with technical details. So I’ll paraphrase for you:Me: This is obviously a clog. How about I take it apart and check the internal tubing?NASA: (After about 5 hours of deliberation) No. You’ll fuck it up and die.So I took it apart.
I penetrated the outer cell membrane with a nanosyringe.You poked it with a stick?No! I said. Well. Yes. But it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.
As with most of life’s problems, this one can be solved by a box of pure radiation.
If ruining the only religious icon I have leaves me vulnerable to Martian vampires, I’ll have to risk it.
Work fast.Yeah. I point at the screen. First I have to wait for my computer to wake up.Hurry.Okay, I’ll wait faster.Sarcasm.