Where a Spaceship Goes to Die
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
French (General) North American (General)Transcript
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don't we have Pantagraph offer that shake? Click spray keeps the macro meteoroids away, Delphine said, reciting the ad jingle. The captain nodded. That's true, but you can't leave broken down spaceships floating around in orbit. It's dangerous there, like a reef just waiting to cause an accident. So the safest thing is to crash them, and the safest place to crash them is into Point Nemo. He gestured with a flourish and pointed a greasy finger downward. This reduces the risk of human casualties, from scorching hot space debris to practically zero. Delphine took in a breath. I still don't get what you need me for. She unconsciously lifted her T shirt up a bit to cover her Dhekelia Taj. It's not like she wasn't going to give in if he made any advances. The captain was squarely in the tall, dark and handsome category, but she preferred to have the option of running away if things got weird and this was the exact opposite situation. Besides, she was curious about the job. Now. She watched him tighten bolts or screwing screws, or whatever people did when tinkering with machinery. The rusty crane was wobbly and there was some sort of orange robot dangling from chains. It looked like an art installation on the futility of technology and the chains it imposes on our being or some other high brow crap. There was silence for quite some time. As she watched him work. He looked up. What? No more questions. Oh, I do have plenty. But I thought you needed to concentrate. How considerate. Yes, almost done here he clicked a switch on and then pointed at a rugged tablet on the deck. Could you tap the initialized button? I'm greasy. Yes, she wa, she said, and did so done. No. What? Now it's your turn, the captain said, and lifted himself back on board the U Cus, the ship that bellowed out black smoke as it went and barely held together. It had a crane at the back and plenty of precarious chains for holding down the loot. My turn toe. What? I'm attempt as an office temp. You saw my resume. I can barely operate the photocopier. What am I supposed to hear? The captain smiled. Put on the VR helmet