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Same ship, different day...
TW: Potty talkWake. Eat. Monitor. Eat. Sleep::Wake. Eat. Monitor. Eat. Sleep::Wake. Eat. Monitor. Eat. Sleep::: Good morning, Mr. Jackson. Are you ready for another beautiful day in space? Look at the stars, they are beautiful today.>"Computer, yes, good morning. The stars are beautiful, yes, I agree.": Would you like me to send the progress update to the monitor, Mr. Jackson?>"Yes, computer, thank you.": Mr. Reishik is awaiting your relief on the main deck. Will you be there shortly?>"Yes, computer.": Thank you, I will inform him.>EatMonitorEatSleep: Mr. Jackson, are you ready for your sleep ...
Spoiled Rotten
I, Georgia Olivia Mendoza, have made a mistake. A mistake that may follow me for the rest of my life- changing everything as I know it. But to talk about this mistake, I must first talk about somebody near and dear to my heart.Harold Chen is the love of my life. Um…or ‘was’, maybe. I mean, I still love him, but it’s totally possible he no longer loves me back…anyway, Harold and I have been dating for the last five years or so, ever since we graduated from college. That’s actually where we met- each realizing we liked the other, but not making any moves until the end of the experience (oops). ...
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CW: Some crude humorI sensed that they could no longer stand each other. So, I sent them running and set a drone after them.You see, I had always wanted to shoot. I grew up watching so many 007 movies, I was confident, by the time I reached a certain age where I could straddle a gun or a lady as the occasion demanded, I would go onto dangerous missions with a 100% success rate, where I and I alone would be humanity’s last hope.But there were three problems. First of all, in my country, there was no majesty to serve. The second one, by the time I turned 15, I was already straddling spectacles o...
Maggie's Musings
Every summer starting when I was little until I was 16 our family visited my grandma Maggie. She was a stout woman who always wore a homemade bonnet. She always made one for my sister and I too...we were thrilled. She raised 8 children in rural Alabama on a coal miners pay. Added to that was a man who loved to visit the local watering hole after work. She had every reason to stay stressed, but despite all her hardships she kept an amazing sense of humor and fun. When I was around twelve I was shelling peas outside on the front porch with her and she started telling me a story. It was hot ...