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What a fucking nightmare! "Go to the colonies," they said.

"All the space you want, all the fresh air you want, all

the freedom you want," they said. I wake up in the fucking

dark. The air smells like I didn't wash for a hundred

years and that's probably correct. Plus the waste and the

ozone and small shit removal leaks and no fucking bots to

clean up the mess. And the Medical Backup Operator with

the 'Beth' personality profile loaded. "Don't worry, it'll

be all right." She keeps saying that but it's not all

right. It's fucking terrible.

I have an environmental suit. The small safe room is not

even filled with breathable atmosphere! It's just enough

warm gas that I can transfer into the cryo berth which of

course won't put me back to sleep since now I'm fuck face

"mission critical" Stef. If I'm not going to murder this

ship on route I'll probably get murdered when we land. If

we ever land.

My job: Go into the warzone. Fix hatches. Remove debris.

Lay cables. Bridge the optic fibre lines. Seal leaks. It's

so much work to even make places accessible to the bots

again. What did these fuckers think, using projectile

weapons in fucking space. We're in this tiny fucking tin

can, surrounded by centuries of cold death and they have

nothing better to do than puncture the hull and launch

rocket propelled grenades at each other? We're lucky they

all killed themselves. Fuckers deserved it. I'm not for

the death penalty but I support Darwin. You get my drift.

Humans pick up a weapon and it's never going to end well.

And my job is to bring the ship up to a level where we

can get Repair up. It's Autonomous System Recovery and I,

for the moment. We're together in this. Reactor and

Shields is up. And the Medical Backup Operator who is

prepared to handle trauma. Imagine if it had Greg loaded

instead of Beth. It'd be like a report from the warzone.

But Beth makes it sound like excursions from the safe

room into the post-apocalypse and community building.

Well, it's me, and them, I guess it's us, and 322

revivable cryo berths. I'm told that Beth tried to wake

Evelyn Stierli and discovered some weaknesses in the

wake-up protocol. Shit. I think there's a video somewhere

but I don't have access to those files.

Anyway, I'm just going to press send on this fucker. QEC

peeps, enjoy this message from the brink of desaster.

Remember no to shoot in space. Or anywhere, for that

matter. Also no rockets on the inside of a space ship.

But I hope you already know that. I'm just angry, that's

all. For fuck's sake. I'm going to log off and tomorrow

we'll see about an access to Kitchen Services. Fuck.

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