You people don't run my life!
Screw this. I need a vacation. Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, sand in my asscrack, and a mojito please!
Ah yes, a pan of "fried gunk formerly known as 'rice'". #cooking
I press the button on the terminal's keyboard to access the intercom. "Attention fellow tomb-raiders, we will be descending in onto New Uranus in a moment. If you have any last wills or testimonies, now would be a good time to get them out of the way."
ED-1 has been programmed to apply anti-corrosion gel out of the ship's pores as we approached. I checked my zapper's munition as the dark blue clouds approached us with wrath.
What could possibly go wrong?
"I cannot find a Mandate Traveller signal for: New Uranus.", ED-1's synthesized voice boomed over the intercom.
Looks like we'll be going in blind. Legend says the cities of New Uranus had incredible gengineering technology that could turn an already-born creature into a force to be reckoned with. The legend also said that it was a cluster of cities at the bottom of the alien ocean beneath a corrosive atmosphere.
The CJS Potentate finally exited its spike drill after a tiring week of rotating pilot duty. Now it was time for the shipboard computer's turn after being useless for the drill. On the terminal flashed a hexagonal grid, with one hex flashing and a "HEX 03 NEW URANUS" pointing to it.
I had to suppress a giggle unless I wanted the rest of the crew snickering about it for the next drill if we had to skip here.
I really do need a new tablet but I refuse to get another Wacom. Putting out shoddy wares; nibs get roughed to uselessness quickly and the stylus is very fragile and you'll pretty much have to buy a new tablet to get a new stylus.
Meanwhile this rusty trusty in a one-off sale from ALDI in 2008 is still serving me well but is on its last legs.
I imagine most of these people on other instances are the stick-in-the-butt at their family's Fourth of July gatherings ranting about our history and screeching while their dad looks and sighs in disappointment.
The holiday's meaning is mostly gone already. You could say it's been "secularized" and now it's just a grilling holiday because bah gawd these 'Murricans just want to grill. Nothing and no one seems to call it "Independence Day" anymore without referring to the alien movie.
(Confession: I never actually saw that movie.)
Wish #Emacs themes would quit setting fonts. I know what face and size I want, stop presuming you know better.
Cardboard Conspirator, Keyboard Hitter, Roller of Shiny Math Rocks, the only one in on any jokes he utters, &c.
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