You decide to browse the Net in hopes of finding a good article before sleep.
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[SLEEP PERIOD HAS BEGUN. SEEK A PREFERABLY COMFORTABLE PLACE TO SLUMBER UNTIL 0215 TOMORROW. NEGLIGENCE TO THIS MIGHT CAUSE YOUR ORGANIC COMPONENTS TO BECOME INEFFICIENT.]
Your wetware chip notifies you just as you finish reading an article about SRC bartending monopoly that it got from New Federation. It is a 'reward' for providing newly revived Federal Marines and Federal Starfleet with both fuel and cheap synthol during the twenty-five years of war against EXO-Lumina and its corporate allies, as well as other 'enemy' polities like People's Republic of Centauria and Serpentis Regime. Apparently, Federal government officials and high-ranking military officials have substantial discounts on SRC synthol and Drink Mixes, too.
You've hoped to find any recipe but there's none.
Oh well!
You turn off the music, dim the lights, and pace off to the slumber pod to get six hours of rest.
As its door closes behind it, you close your eyes even before the aerosols put your brain into sleepy loops.
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BEEEEP!
BEEEEEEEP!
You wake up and interrupt the sleep cycle in the pod when the bar alarm rings on the console above your eyes. Someone is requesting your presence at the counter.
You quickly put on your jumpsuit and shuffle off to the bar.
You step behind it and give Tyomas a glance - he is looking as mopey and as sad as he ever was. With obvious addition of a mid-hangover grimace.
"Nighrun." He smacks his lips and pulls out his credchip before you even start pouring the mix.
You add the clear and red and purple synthols, not paying attention to the colorful effect at the bottom of the glass. Neither does Tyomas - he just wants his drinks
and he has credits to pay for them. (+126c)Today Earnings: 904c
Monthly Earnings: 4780.5cHe takes a long swig of the mix, emptying almost half of the glass.
"Sorry for being a grump before." He mumbles quietly, placing the glass on the counter and rolling it between his fingers.
"It wasn't that bad."
"Oh, trust me, I know what kinda eyesore I can be." With a sigh, he takes the glass, looks into it, and puts it down.
"So, you wanna hear it?""Hear what?"
"About my bad life?" He looks away from the glass and at you with an unsure smile.
"My wetware chip tells me with all the warning messages that I'm sufficiently sloshed to pour my heart over to random barkeep who wants to listen."A) "Sure."
B) "I've changed my mind - plus it's middle of my sleeping period."