Houston, we got a, uh... situation. The cold-cathode ion range is next to the Datalink Orbital Gas Surveyor and ... the surveyor's latches are open. Our top priority is figuring out who let the DOGS out, over.
wow, look at that beast!
thank you for this service
I had not realized how much my life required a Boiler Room DJ name infusion until this moment
Yeah, that's the one. Tiny little PDF, gigantic honking hardcover full of NASA docs you could otherwise download for free.
A doorstop of an object.
Houston, say again. Doctor is asking if we're dope sick? Over.
[head explodes a la Scanners, or Scanners II: The New Order, or Scanners III: The Takeover, or Scanner Cop, or Scanner Cop II (aka Scanners: The Showdown)]
I AM TURNING 47!!!!
I've resisted for quite a while, but I grow less wise with age, as my bookshelves can attest.
Confirm, Houston, waiting on Capetown or Brisbane. Procedure alpha sigma one niner located, Dimitri's got it on projector 3. Quick clarify, Houston, are we running version SUDDEN PURPLE, or the newer v. DEEP LAMENT on that, over.
It's 1 month to my birthday. Which means it is a(n) ________ idea to buy myself a thick goof of an RPG book about being boring in space.
(https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/246241/Apollo-47-Technical-Handbook)
Negative, Houston, that's a no go on homework progress. Can confirm on beats, coming through at ONE... EIGHT... ROMEO... NOVEMBER. Throughput optimal. Standing by for vibe check. Vibe check stations primed and ready, over.
Houston, requesting verify on expected levels of "girl doing homework" vibes, which seem high. No danger, everything's nominal, but we're keeping an eye on.
Go for warm-up session, over.
Work day got you down? What if you tuned into a station that combines ambient soundscapes with audio from NASA missions?
Then you could pretend that your job is in outer space. Kind of exotic, right? If you don't think about micrometeorites, or your bone density, or how inhospitable the universe is in general.
https://somafm.com/missioncontrol/
oh the humani-TEA
Block me, I don't care
This is my new character, Guy In a Cyberpunk Setting Who Has a Mohawk Made of Wires, a Robot Arm, Cyberglasses, Laptops Pinned to His Body and a Big Sack of Batteries:
"You need any batteries? That's all I do. I sell batteries."