Oh boy, what a day I've had. Hauling other people's crap umpteen light years, I don't think I will ever get the stench out of the old bucket of bolts. To make matters worse, at the end of my shift I was navigating through the parking lot called traffic at the station I comically call home when I had a fender bender. I tried to tell the officer the other idiot hit me, but no, I got the fine. Guess I am lucky the officer asked first instead of shooting first and the numpty on the station defences didn't decide to turn me into space dust, small mercies I think. But that leaves me with a problem, I now have a big target painted on the back of the old bucket, meaning anyone, and I mean anyone can decide to play shooting gallery with me as the prize, and nothing will be done to them. Heck they will even get a reward. All of this because some half brain goose didn't zig when I zagged.
So I guess I will have to put my haulage business on hold until I can pay off the fine. Now what is in the help wanted ads. Hmm the wonderful leaders of our community have lots of opportunities. Wait, some of these are illegal, they want me to go and kill people. But won't that make me a wanted man here as well. Oh look here is a nice easy job, they want me to scan a datapad on the fifth planet - I can do that. Oh wait, there are skimmers there, the same mob who wants me to scan the pad, owns the skimmers, so to complete what they want me to do, I will be fined for trespassing and given a reward from the some REMFs in government.
Anyway, I needed the cash so I took the scan job, wasn't as bad as I thought. But one the way home some low life calling himself a pirate (what are we, back in the 14th Century) pulled me out of the fast lane and demanded my 'tasty cargo'. Well I didn't have any cargo, guess he was just smelling the left over lingering effects of my last few hauls. But do you think he would believe me when I told him I wasn't hauling anything. Nope, continued to pester me, even used that lame line about not feeding his kids. Pfft, if you can't feed your damn family, get a real job cos you suck at piracy buddy! Anyhoo, after a few minutes of meaningless conversations with this one-eyed moron, he finally realised I was wanted so opened up on me. But my old bucket has been around and has a few tricks in her tanks. Apparently I just scratched his paint, didn't know scratched bodywork results in a ship blowing up! To make matters worse, he had a hold full of cargo, but no, I'm not allowed to pick it up and make the spaceways a cleaner place cos that is illegal.
That's it, I am heading home for a nice long stiff drink - well I would but the station has banned all booze ...
Sometimes I don't think we are as evolved as we thing we are ......
So I guess I will have to put my haulage business on hold until I can pay off the fine. Now what is in the help wanted ads. Hmm the wonderful leaders of our community have lots of opportunities. Wait, some of these are illegal, they want me to go and kill people. But won't that make me a wanted man here as well. Oh look here is a nice easy job, they want me to scan a datapad on the fifth planet - I can do that. Oh wait, there are skimmers there, the same mob who wants me to scan the pad, owns the skimmers, so to complete what they want me to do, I will be fined for trespassing and given a reward from the some REMFs in government.
Anyway, I needed the cash so I took the scan job, wasn't as bad as I thought. But one the way home some low life calling himself a pirate (what are we, back in the 14th Century) pulled me out of the fast lane and demanded my 'tasty cargo'. Well I didn't have any cargo, guess he was just smelling the left over lingering effects of my last few hauls. But do you think he would believe me when I told him I wasn't hauling anything. Nope, continued to pester me, even used that lame line about not feeding his kids. Pfft, if you can't feed your damn family, get a real job cos you suck at piracy buddy! Anyhoo, after a few minutes of meaningless conversations with this one-eyed moron, he finally realised I was wanted so opened up on me. But my old bucket has been around and has a few tricks in her tanks. Apparently I just scratched his paint, didn't know scratched bodywork results in a ship blowing up! To make matters worse, he had a hold full of cargo, but no, I'm not allowed to pick it up and make the spaceways a cleaner place cos that is illegal.
That's it, I am heading home for a nice long stiff drink - well I would but the station has banned all booze ...
Sometimes I don't think we are as evolved as we thing we are ......
