Managed to jump a bit further. No idea what's going on back in the Bubble but the guys in the bar were really informative. Seems one day we can go walkabouts and step out now and then. My longrange bank tells me the Prez owes me some more money, so I'll have to go see him again some day.
Tea tastes funny today. Must fix the teamate.
All that stellar dust is crudding up the paintwork. I should have enticed some station gretchen to join me so they could keep Cleo buffed. She deserves a nice coat.
Sat downstairs in the other cockpit. Didn't go anywhere. Haven't wired the controls up.
Ah, that's what's wrong with the tea. The duotronic chips are feeding the output via the laundrobox...At least it's clean tea. And that's why I thought I was in a bar...or maybe space dementia.