…knee deep in crushing asteroids. The smell of modulated lasers cutting through my pods membrane and burning my olfactory nerves. Frantically alt-tabbing to keep my brain from withering to dust like that last gasp of Golden Omber, and I asked myself,
“Self.” (I like to try to get my attention.)
“Self. Couldn’t you be doing something more useful?”
“Of course! Why don’t I fly my internet spaceships and teach myself at the same time. I finally hooked up and spun a servo as well as used an IR range finder tonight. While my spaceship did ours thing.
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Peter's stuff.