"Fuck," he says, "the Admiral can probably cure the weird alien blindness plague, right? I'm so sick of this shit."
Sick of being the guy wearing all the hats. The linchpin. The hero.
(Him being sick of that final one probably won't last too long.)
"Just been up for a while. A lot of..." He tries to calculate days in his head, realizes they're 30-hour days, tries to multiply and divide by 24, and comes up totally empty. "Bunch of. Time things." Oh, 'time things', Jim? Is that a new unit of measurement?
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"Fuck," he says, "the Admiral can probably cure the weird alien blindness plague, right? I'm so sick of this shit."
Sick of being the guy wearing all the hats. The linchpin. The hero.
(Him being sick of that final one probably won't last too long.)
"Just been up for a while. A lot of..." He tries to calculate days in his head, realizes they're 30-hour days, tries to multiply and divide by 24, and comes up totally empty. "Bunch of. Time things." Oh, 'time things', Jim? Is that a new unit of measurement?