A Closed and Common Orbit (Wayfarers #2)(61)



Or, at least, she would play that sim all day if she didn’t have stupid bullshit she had to do instead. She’d noticed, in the sims, nobody else had to find scrap and eat dogs. Nobody else made clothes out of seat covers. Nobody else hauled around water in old fuel drums. She couldn’t wait to get the stupid shuttle working so they could get to the GC. There’d be people there, and toilets you could flush any time you wanted to, and food that wasn’t covered in buggy fur. The people were the thing she was looking forward to most, obviously. Owl always made her talk in Klip. They hardly ever spoke Sko-Ensk any more, to the point that Jane couldn’t always remember words. Sometimes, Owl put on different voices so Jane would get used to talking to other people. But Jane always knew it was really Owl. She wished she could talk to someone else.

The wall screen switched on as Jane picked at the stupid red bumps all over her face (Owl said those were normal, too). ‘Jane, you should check the light panel in the kitchen before you go out today,’ Owl said. ‘I think it’s got a damaged coil.’

‘Yeah, I know.’

‘How do you know? It just started flickering.’

‘I – ugh.’ Jane rolled her eyes and grabbed her pants from where she’d thrown them the day before. ‘All right, I’ll look.’ She was real tired of having to fix shit. She just wanted to get out of there.

Owl followed her down the hall and it was so annoying. Jane looked up at the kitchen ceiling. Yep. The light was flickering. Woohoo. She got herself a cup of water and threw some dog on the stove. While it sizzled, she checked her to-do lists.

The to-do lists were written on the wall with chalk rocks (Owl’s word for the white stones scattered all through the scrapyard dirt). Owl could’ve kept records of what Jane needed to fix (and probably did), but Jane liked being able to look at what still needed doing. There was so much that needed doing. A big list on the wall kept her from going crazy over it.





TO-DO


fix water filtration system (IMPORTANT)

rebuild aft propulsion strip

replace fuel lines

figure out what’s wrong with navigation

artigrav system – does it work? how to test?

repair cargo bay hull (rusty)

repair power conduits (hallway)

repair bedroom air filter (totally broken)

repair back left stove burner (not important)

repair f*cking everything always always always

get off this stupid planet

make new pants





SHOPPING LIST


fabric (tough)

bolts bolts bolts all the bolts

new circuit couplers

motherboards (any condition)

gunk traps

tape/glue/something???

thick plex

cable coatings

T junctions (fuel)

wire that doesn’t suck

some kind of siding for the hull





WORK GLOOOOOOOVES


dogs (always)

mushrooms (always)

snap beetles (be fast!)





CHECKS


water filtration – going to break soon FIX IT

lights – good

heater – good

stasie – good?

Owl – good

hatch – good

decont. flash – broke

airlock scanner – going to break soon

med scanner – good

scrib – buggy



Jane rubbed her eyes. There would always be something on the list. It was never going to end.

She forked the meat onto a plate, and ate it even though she knew it was going to burn her tongue. In the sims, they always had such amazing-looking food. She didn’t know what any of it was or what it tasted like, but holy shit, she couldn’t wait to get some of that. She swallowed a burning mouthful of dog, which tasted like it always did.

‘Don’t forget to take food with you today,’ Owl said.

‘I know,’ Jane said, shoving more dog into her mouth.

‘Well, you don’t always know. You forgot yesterday.’

Jane had forgotten to bring food yesterday, and it sucked. She hadn’t realised until she got hungry, but she was an hour out from home by then and had her hands full of some really tricky circuits she’d ripped out of an old stasie, and she had to finish that before coming back, and by then, she was so hungry she could’ve eaten a dog without washing it first. But even though all that was true, Owl’s reminder bugged her. ‘I didn’t forget today,’ Jane said. She grabbed some jerky from the box on the counter, wrapped it in a cloth, and stuck it in her satchel. She gave the nearest camera a look. ‘There.’

‘That’s not enough for the whole day. You’ll get hungry.’

‘Owl, please, I know what I’m doing. If I take more than that, I won’t have any tomorrow.’

‘It would be a really good idea to make some more jerky soon.’

‘I know. I haven’t seen any dogs in a while.’ She pulled on her footwraps and filled her canteen. ‘See? Water, food, all good. Can you open the airlock?’

The inner hatch slid open. ‘Jane?’ Owl said.

‘What?’

‘The light panel?’

Stars. ‘I know, I’ll find something.’

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