Jack woke on her own sometime near noon the next day. She felt like crap, and was sure she looked like it too. She fired up the coffee machine and dug out a breakfast bar. She stirred her coffee with the bar, trying to get some moisture and extra caffeine into the nutrient laden brick.
She cracked her neck and picked up her clothes from where she had dropped them the previous night. She put them on, even though there were clean clothes in the autoclave. She just couldn’t be bothered to open up the hatch and she didn’t think she would be leaving the apartment any time soon.
- low level format by Bjorn Fogelberg
- some sonics provided by The Freesound Project
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Love the book, you keep me waiting for each episode to come out.
You got me hooked.
Keep up the good work.