That one cool astronaut that uses Hexbear and .ml woke up this morning feeling groggy, having the previous night raided the emergency medicine cabinent for fun drugs while waiting for mission control to come up with a fix. They slept like shit, their still tired, still dissociating about the thought of whether or not this worsening incident will be the worst disaster in spaceflight history. Whether this is the thing that ends their lives.
They saw this thread, and clicked on it, their eyes wide and awash with hope that Boeing figured it out while they were asleep. That somehow the news got to them through Hexbear first. The ship is coming home! We're getting off this piece of shit station. We get to say goodbye to breathing this shitty recycled air that smells like a mixture of all the worst smells you associate with your some of your coworkers.
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Oh, I'm still in a life threatening ongoing emergency alongside all my astronaut and cosmonaut friends. We may still die yet! It's actually just the genocide ship going home, the genocide sailors are getting a bit tired of doing genocide, so they're taking a break from all this helping to do a genocide stuff.
That one cool astronaut that uses Hexbear and .ml woke up this morning feeling groggy, having the previous night raided the emergency medicine cabinent for fun drugs while waiting for mission control to come up with a fix. They slept like shit, their still tired, still dissociating about the thought of whether or not this worsening incident will be the worst disaster in spaceflight history. Whether this is the thing that ends their lives.
They saw this thread, and clicked on it, their eyes wide and awash with hope that Boeing figured it out while they were asleep. That somehow the news got to them through Hexbear first. The ship is coming home! We're getting off this piece of shit station. We get to say goodbye to breathing this shitty recycled air that smells like a mixture of all the worst smells you associate with your some of your coworkers.