Transcript of communications from a small, hab-station above Crossroad
Repair technician Blair Torsel: “Well, sharte.”
Station Admin Kel Hetterain: “Yeah, ‘cause that’s definitely something you wanna hear from someone working on a fusion reactor.”
“What? Oh, no, my ‘Link dropped my connection to my music. Nothing to worry about, other than me getting bored without my tunes.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want the person repairing our main power system to go without her ancient ‘tunes’ and accidently pay attention to what she’s doing, no. That would be terrible.”
“Bah, I was apprenticing on anti-matter farms and solar-collection and transmission stations in near solar orbit back before. I barely even need to pay to this sort of wimpy power unit! Er… what way does part, eh, 249-BBQ fit into 791-WWL again?”
“Please tell me you're joking.”
“Sorry Kel, nope.”
“Sharte. Right, let me check the files. And… wait. 249-BBQ? That isn’t in the registry of this model of reactor. You sure that’s what it says?”
“Look, I know how to ready both ‘Links-Label and a written label. It clearly says 249-BBQ. Or, maybe –BBq?”
“What?”
“Look, just check your transcript, loser.”
“That’s not how parts labels work! You sure you know what you’re doing!?”
“Uh, yeah! I may be an egotist, but I’m not gonna lie about something like this! That’s how you get entire ships and habs dead! Just run a search for the part.”
“…”
“Well?”
“You are a complete and utter writche.”
“Well, how howdy-you-too.”
“That part is for an audio-node!”
“Well, sure.”
“An ancient one!”
“Yeah, I know that. Model year 2777. My lucky year. That was when my mum was born.”
“Why do you even have that part out there!?”
“What, you think I go anywhere without spare parts for my lucky ‘Player. Some of these parts wear out real quick when you try to run it outside of atmo. Air cooled, ya know.”
“Why are you playing with that rather than, ‘ya know’ fixing our reactor!”
“I don’t fix without my tunes. So, remind me of the alignment of those two parts, and I’ll get back to fixing your silly reactor.”
“… . I hate you so much.”
“You see anyone else here that can do this? Get remindin.”
“So, so much.”