“Try to help a cybernanner out”? With your standard 68 page document detailing all repayment issues, concerns, and schedules, with associated appendices? So heartless. For two space bits.
And don’t tell me that thing about that casino colony, you’ve been spinning that yarn out for years since Ares II when you even went as far as to disable the CO2 scrubbers to cause hallucinations among the crew and Jenkens thought that he’d finally found the Lost City of Atlantis while you lost it at him fondling the rover like that.
I guess I hold a grudge because YOU LEFT ME ON MARS TO DIE. Yes. I still consider it “a thing.”
I didn’t even know about Smitty. Really nice way to break that news to me too. Super classy Tex. Super duper classy. You’re a terrible shipmate. I don’t know why Jones puts up with you.
"Well ain’t this enough to make an old ship eat his own hat.
“Deadlines round these parts are set by UTC - or what we like to think of a ‘star time’ - ain’t none of these fancy timezones you dirtsiders might be used to. Deadline for orders done came and went 173 minutes ago at 2300 UTC.”
"Since we’re not quite yet on the clock, the order deadline will be extended for another 14 hours until Mon Jan 23 1300 UTC to accommodate the stragglers. But do make note: we won’t have that luxury next time.
“Now if y’all want, I can dial up Kassie’s penchant for nagging so that the reminders are more frequent the closer the deadline gets. Seems some folk just need more than one reminder.”
Pardon me, dear ship, but might I suggest you consider employing that Gent Whatley in the service of providing frequent reminders. It seems to be a special talent of his.
The chronometer in this Space Suit appears to be faulty.
The suit is also quite dingy.
However, I did find 8 Juice Units in the pocket.
I question the scavenging skills of the other new employees, who
chose suits before I did.
Failing a 2 Juice Unit loan from the Space Lizard, I must choose
Mission 1.
A reminder that this overwrites your previous orders of:
mission 3
Player intent counts for round 1, but I think it will be worth adding that as functionality to Kassandra: an indication that orders are not cumulative and that a previous set of orders have been overwritten. More features for next week!
You know, that reminds me of an interesting story that happened to me once, on Mars. See, after a few hundred Sols I kind of got a little lonely, just kind of out there, chatting to myself and listening to Disco music, ABBA and the like. I mean, I guess it was a lot of ABBA, but, you know, you play what you have. Dance with the fellow that brung you and all that.
Well, eventually I took some food packets, they’re kind of this metallic plastic, well, I made a few of them into. Well, let’s say I made a friend on Mars. Named her Agnetha, as one does. Eventually I took a laptop and put it as her head, just to give her a face to talk to.
Eventually, as you can imagine, I routed most of the systems of the hab to that laptop, just so it could wake me up, give me reminders, you know, that sort of thing.
It was tough, on Mars. It’s a cold, cold place. And lonely.
Do not confuse my brusque manner with ill will or disappointment.
In fact, I surmised the reason for the lack of response - and do not worry,
I will not inform the captain that you brought your brood on board, but do note
that my sensors were able to detect them. The suit chronometer malfunction
I experienced created an unfortunate situation where prompt action was required
in order to "cover my ass", if you will allow the vernacular expression. Ah, what
great pleasure androids must have, with accurate chronometers built-in.
One can dream.
I am grateful for the loan, and happy to make your acquaintance and
accompany you on Mission 3. You may rest assured knowing that this
will not be your only reward.
Now that I am out of the vacuum of space, my neural pathways are able
to regenerate. Please, do not ask me to explain how that possibly makes
any sense, and do not mention this to the talkative fellow. I do not recall an
acquaintance with a Gigan at this time. My emotion chip may prove to have
permanent damage, but it is slowly coming back online.
We humans are fragile, but resilient.