Routine Mechanics

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I slowly wound open the other eye at Master Engineer Joe.

“You sure, Em-ee? Harrigan?”
“Yeah, told me in a roundabout way to get you off your ass and up to the forecastle, so yes I’m pretty sure.”

I sighed.

“I need to enter a route correction at seventeen-ninety, so this had better be good.”

Inside, though, I was a little bit more intrigued. Harrigan didn’t keep much of a hands-on approach these days. The ship filled my fuzzy thoughts with the routine sounds of mechanical function as I tried to pull myself out of the drug low. Stupid stimulants can keep you up for days, but when you crash you go down like a fat lady on a greased pole.

Speaking of grease, I needed to get some more type-98 code headers on the next port stop.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Haha, totally different than what I had in mind, since I meant Harrigan to be a girl. This works too, and I’ll have to think on it. Gotta’ hand it to ya on the sci-fi jargon stuff.

  2. Avatar HSAR

    In all honesty, I never write girls because I still don’t understand how they think (complex people, they are). Even so, I don’t see any reason why this implies that Harrigan is a particular gender. True enough, Joe is in his/her quarters, but then he could be a close friend?

    And as for the jargon, I’d love to explain it all but the word count is a cruel master.

  3. Avatar HSAR

    Oh, I get it now. Edited for failed clarity.

  4. Avatar HSAR

    Thanks for the comment! I’d actually been challenged by a friend to work that image into a Ficly, and so I did.

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