08-19-2017, 07:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-19-2017, 07:24 AM by Studenterhue. Edited 1 time in total.)
I chide myself for not reading carefully more often and failing a task any run-of-the-mill greyshirt would do twice as better. It's been a rather frustrating, dismal day, really.
Suddenly, the wave of old Soviet anthems surges into me, seeping into my mind the sounds of the worker's struggle. From where, I can't tell, but from it comes a flood of memories: The constant embezzling and budget cuts, the good-for-nothing RD, the blatant safety violations (seriously, who decided putting a welding tank in a room that constantly gets hot was a good idea), the geneticists constantly slurping away the rest of the budget so they can make their skin glitter while we die away in countless lab accidents...
The bygone enlightenment and raised awareness of the class conflict leaves me....vaguely upset. Like, getting a fried fried monkey sandwich on plain bread pizza cake pie instead of a fried fried monkey sandwich on honeywheat bread pizza cake pie upset.
Still, I know that a station under communism would mean everyone would have donk pockets and holy water flasks. Which means I would have donk pockets and holy water flasks too. And any station like that is a station for me.
So, I try to convince the AIs to bolt open the Kitchen and Bar areas so I, er, we can have its donk pockets and wine bottles.
Suddenly, the wave of old Soviet anthems surges into me, seeping into my mind the sounds of the worker's struggle. From where, I can't tell, but from it comes a flood of memories: The constant embezzling and budget cuts, the good-for-nothing RD, the blatant safety violations (seriously, who decided putting a welding tank in a room that constantly gets hot was a good idea), the geneticists constantly slurping away the rest of the budget so they can make their skin glitter while we die away in countless lab accidents...
The bygone enlightenment and raised awareness of the class conflict leaves me....vaguely upset. Like, getting a fried fried monkey sandwich on plain bread pizza cake pie instead of a fried fried monkey sandwich on honeywheat bread pizza cake pie upset.
Still, I know that a station under communism would mean everyone would have donk pockets and holy water flasks. Which means I would have donk pockets and holy water flasks too. And any station like that is a station for me.
So, I try to convince the AIs to bolt open the Kitchen and Bar areas so I, er, we can have its donk pockets and wine bottles.