About
About Master Pee
I fumbled for the controls as the SkidMac9 came careening around the ninth moon of Echomann, the hyperdrive overload light, and the waste disposal breach warrning lights, beeping and blinking respectively. I mashed the panel with my free hand, the lights and noise stopped. I either evicerated the waste by dumping it into the core breache, or stemmed off the overload by evacuating the blackwater into the coolant system. "It would all be the same if I blew up.." I said to the worthless Autopilot1 1.6.9. Who whizzed and whirred in feverish computation, all of which became nonesense, as the incomming astrometric readings were too quick and complex for its outdated processors...
I almost choked on my zinthgum as we entered the atmosphere. I hauch it up, it sticks somewhere in the colar of my preasure suite. Can't be too carefull. The droids head spun as we plumeted towards the satellites surface, I think I saw a faint stream of oil strickle from its gurdle. I instinctually reach for the droids shoulder, then mentally smack myself for anthropamorphising the brass blockhead 'co-pilot', still spitting and sputtering and pissing its conductive fluid all over the sub panels.With a deftness rarely seen in my social life, I reach an exhasperated fist and pummel the things off button until it finaly groans a final algorythm, and collapses, the stream of mechanical biproducts still flowing from its mid section."I'm gonna be stuck on this fucking rock..."
