Herschel
April 2257
Sol
“That’s your idea of a zero-G toilet?” Will’s eyes bugged out as he looked at the video window.
“Sue ,” Neil answered. “We’ve already had a number of ‘accidents’, not to ntion all the people who’ve reacted to zero-G by hurling. Oh, and guess what? The sight and sll of floating vomit apparently makes people vomit. What a surprise.” Neil took a deep breath. “Anyway, it’s beco a priority. This is basically just a big vacuum cleaner. I’ve got roars going around vacuuming up existing, uh, incidents, and we’ll rig up so kind of privacy screen for use going forward.”
“God, I’m glad I’m a replicant sotis.”
“No sh—uh, no kidding.” Neil grinned.
I spared a mont to glare at him. “What about food and water?”
“Food isn’t even a consideration, yet,” Will said, shaking his head. “We’ll strip the contents of the farm donuts before we leave, but that’s dead last on the TO-DO. Water isn’t an imdiate issue, because the enclaves were told to bring a supply with them, even the ones who were going into pods. We’ll rig up a reclamation system, eventually. For now, we can drain so from the donuts.”
At that mont, we all got an IM from Bill. Are you almost done? We’re being pushed back. You may get zapped soon.
We looked at each other, eyes wide. “Too close,” Will said.
I quickly formatted a response. On schedule. Two-thirds done. Couple more hours, and we’re outahere.
He then looked at . “Now, let’s see if we can squeeze that a bit.”
“Last transport just lifted off. I’ll get us to the next rendezvous as soon as it’s in the central corridor.”
Will nodded and popped out.
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