
These damn astronauts sent me out in a solar storm because ionization for them is not their norm. Out here in the interstellar breeze is the only time I get a break from those meat bags. Being a cyborg working for The US Space Force sounds like it'd be a good gig, but really it's just wrenching a lot of bolts for these damn engineers. Oh well. I'll smoke another couple fuel cells and just tell em that bolt was extra stuck. What are they gonna do decommission me? That'd be a vacation at this point.