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[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi glared at the console, and instructed the computer to bring up the simulation once more. It was a fairly simple one - just dodging an oncoming asteroid field - but she'd run it three times now, and each had ended with her ship as an asteroid bug-splatter not too far in. She could drive a car just fine, but the finer controls of the ship eluded her. She had imported the Ptolemy's basic design and control scheme into the program, so at least it was a ship she was vaguely familiar with.

Nonetheless, ten minutes into this fourth run, a fairly loud stream of curses - in more than one language - could be heard outside the door to the sensorium she was using.

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[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Well that's good. At least you got out of there in one piece."

[indeliblepast]

"Yep. With some chocolates and a weird horn-thing for our troubles."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Huh ... while chocolate can be a treat on a ship like this, that still seems like a crappy deal for what you had to go through. Unless you really like chocolate."

He shrugged. Why did missions on this ship always have to be something horrible or something that made absolutely no sense? Or BOTH?

[indeliblepast]

"I like chocolate - but I don't like chocolate nearly that much," she replied. "I hope someone somewhere got some readings or something that were actually useful out of it."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"What did you have to go down there and do, exactly?"

[indeliblepast]

"They said the place was uninhabited, and we were looking for some signal beacon or something - guess they were wrong."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"They do tend to be ... ether wrong or uninformative when sending us on these things. Gets annoying!"

[indeliblepast]

"Oh god. In that case, the next time they call my name for one of those things, I am marching straight back to somewhere nobody can find me."