Freefall 1711 - 1720

Freefall 1711

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Trying to recover memories isn't getting us anywhere and is only getting me frustrated.

As a good spaceship captain, I recognize the wisdom of not frustrating a carnivorous engineer while she's still in her pajamas.

Remember anything more now?

Sam. Don't make me duct tape you to a heating coil.

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We don't even know if I found out something important. I might have found out about a new flavor of fungus yummies and they wanted me in cold sleep so I wouldn't spoil the surprise.

New flavor? Maybe they took my suggestion of carrion! Or week old buried raccoon!

Week old buried raccoon? That…

That sounds pretty good, actually.

The next time they do a taste test, we have got to get in on the same focus group.

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As for Mr. Kornada, We'll keep our noses near the ground. But unless we pick up the scent again, I don't think it's a good use of our time to continue to pursue this.

The situation with the new moon being moved won't last forever. Now is our best chance to earn enough money to get the ship fully operational.

Mr. Kornada. Risky with great annoyance opportunities. Possibly no pay. Florence type work. Boring, safe, and so far, very good pay. No one told me being captain meant I'd have to make tough choices.

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When in doubt, follow the money. Okay, we'll see what jobs are available.

You know, this is a big security flaw in your society.

You're all so busy earning a living, you don't have time to keep an eye on the folks who need watching.

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Did I get to talk to anyone about how the robots are using Doctor Bowman's neural designs?

Nope. You made a good try, though.

Look, official channels are designed to keep people like you and me out. If you still want to talk to someone, let me arrange it.

Dare I ask how?

With a plan clever beyond comprehension. I ask around until I find out who works in robotics and then I find out what bars they hang out in.

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Four A.M. Too early for any bars that I can take you in to. Let's concentrate on getting a job and making money. Any ideas?

Several. I think the best one for us will be reaction mass refills on existing satellites.

That sounds… really boring. Except of course, for the ever-present danger of satellites getting stuck in our cargo hold.

They're orbital manufacturing satellites. They're bigger than our ship.

Got it. Just in case of… an emergency, do we have a tow line?

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Who do we call?

It's four in the morning. We can't call anyone yet. I'm going back to bed.

You mammals. On my world, we're as active at night as we are in the day.

That must be tough without electricity.

Can your kind see in the dark?

Of course not. Being able to see what you're getting into is one of the biggest killers of initiative there is.

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Mr. Kornada's pants. I'll send them back in the morning. AFTER they've been washed.

URFFG! His scent is lingering like a dead weasel, only without the pleasant undertones. All right. I can counter this.

I just have to remember. The next time I see Winston, I need to have his shirt recharged.

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I'll show Florence the neat stuff I stole from Ecosystems Unlimited when she wakes up.

'Course, I can't tell her I stole it. She's funny about always following the rules. Luckily, she has me as her mighty mollusk mentor.

And if there's nothing else I teach her, it's when rules are set up so that you can't win, it's time to change the game.

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Heigh, ho, heigh ho, it's off to quality control you go.

Ecosystems Unlimited

Making your world

[!0.7]a nice place to live


Goes the electromagnetic pulse.

I don't know why they're concerned about recording devices getting off site, but nothing electronic survives that.




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