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As you see, science once again robs us of our jobs
They've put a microchip in my place
I hide behind a screen of aggression nowadays
It's just a way of saving some face
So now I'm permanently drunk like the rest of the race with
Leisure
If you think I'm clowning, I assure you that I'm drowning here in
Leisure
Grace Cox wakes up every day and has to spend what little time they have in the short life they're allotted by the Gods above figuring out how to pretend that they still have a work contract with NanoTrasen. It's not like it's particularly hard to figure out that Grace Cox has no actual work authorization; it was revoked from her approximately 4 sol-periods ago after she crashed a cargo shuttle directly into VG-Packed-344's station hull. It's visible on any given crew monitoring console. Somehow, though, none of the command members she's run into have yet determined that Grace Cox (in fact) is not allowed to work here.
So, Grace Cox spends her time utilizing what competency she does hold (evidently, not in piloting spacecraft) acting like she is authorized to work here. After all, why would you doubt that the nuclear maintenance engineer currently responsible for the sole reason your lights are on ever not be allowed to work here? Do you know how to maintain that nuclear reactor and associated gas turbine without Grace Cox?
Grace Cox sure hopes you don't.
| Height | Weight | Feathers | Pi |  | Age |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Not that tall. | Rude. | A lot. Gray ones. | About 3. | | Rude. |
