"No time to evacuate, grab the chip and warm up the engines for me? I'll join you soon"

Alarms blare. Let's get this over with.

The widescreen monitor in the CTO's office conveniently displays a very similar interface with the one bundled with the firmware on the "broken" chip.

[99...]
[100]

New chip snatched, computer wiped.

"Just meet me on top when the air reaches its thickest, the next disposal's soon"

After tapping on his playlist titled [Beats to beat to], one after another a slave of the corporation gracefully plants their face into the glass ceiling, panel, flooring, or tile with every other beat of the music.

Now, spending time crafting imaginary friends from soaked "nutrition" pellets, surrounded with bare walls on all four sides didn't sound too appealing to the crew.

Hours away from the planned liftoff, with impeccable timing the "open-sourced" control chip had conveniently been corrupted. Irreversible, might as well have been a piece of plastic.

Bluesky's character limit per post is infuriating

Anyway here's one of the older iterations of Hardass's Pennguin gear. Bulky.

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SPACE: MELODOROTHY [2/2]

"I've been breathing enriched air for too long, i need a neon"

She reaches into her tool pouch for her stray cigarette, now squished by the ferrum rods stored alongside it.

She sighs.

[NO SMOKING]

"Join me, if you have a light?"

Nidhogg: Kill the Rune [2/2]

Sol arose ten and three branches ago, and what little warmth remaining now radiates out of the walls, nourishing the cold bloods.

The Rune has to die. "It" is wont not to.

The Bearer of the Dragon Band will take. For she must.