InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sam took another look inside the room, scanning it semi-seriously as if there could be anything in there Richmond could dislike, but then shrugged looking at Richmond as if he was an idiot for expecting anything else. "Yep, this is it. The showers are down the hall next to the medbay, try not to get claustrophobic. Now, on to the next part: dining area. We have all the luxuries you could want. Magnetron, fridge, running water, it tastes like shit, but it's running I guess, and a stove with room for not one, but two pans. Now you can heat twice as many powder milk, and hate it even more!" Sam, wasn't exactly a salesman, but he tried... somewhat? Really he was more or less telling the truth the most upbeat way that was humanly possible, and that was with a lot of sarcasm. "You'll be spending the next week or so in here, so best download some movies and books. The wifi's a bit shabby out in space." The only data you could send through a high-speed data gap was for emergency calls and vital communication to spaceships that were headed toward the same area as you were. The latter happened rarely though, and the first you could only hope didn't happen. Space was a bit like getting lost under the sea: cold, choking and with nobody having a fucking clue where you were. so really, that line wasn't for downloading movies.
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