I love this game.

Did you stop to shave and bath? Do you have no time to eat and will sleep day after? Love is relative thing :p
 
I wrote a poem:

I once wrecked in the docking bay.
Or twice.
It wasn't a good survival day.
I almost had to buy a scooter,
Or line the wings with foam and lube.
But then I found a docking computer.
It played The Blue Danube.
How nice!
 
An ode to docking

Request permission to dock,
lets not be a kock,
Line up with the slot,,
slow down you clot,
Now let others pass,
else be considered an ass,
Landing gear down,
don't be a clown,
Thrusters engaged,
calm...not enraged
Line up on the pad,
Watch the tower...thats bad,
A little forward I must,
@#$#$@$@#@#$ that was thrust
 
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