I ain’ got a clue wu’ day it is, an’ if it ain’t what I think it is… It’s August 12th of 1862, ain’ it?
Pretty sure it’s August 29, 2222.
At least where I am.
Everything Sucks in Space
Oh hi. I'm stuck on a piece of shit starship on a doomed mission to the other side of the galaxy. Seriously, like the only other seven ships that have tried to do this just completely disappeared and they sent us anyway.But yeah, pretty soon the galactic core is going to get in the way and fuck up the quantum interference connection, so if you want to talk to me, you better do it now.
And yes, I am a goddamn transgenic abomination. Thanks for noticing.
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Anyone got the day?
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What do you do to pass the time asides from look at naughty pictures on the internet?asked by rottenmeats
answer:
…how did you know about that?
Anyway, most of my time is spent analyzing the weird organisms we find on various planets, trying to figure out if they’re the products of a unique abiogenesis event or if they’re the legacy of old terraforms (those damn aliens have been up to this shit for a while).
Other than that I usually just sit around in the common area, nursing something alcoholic and listening to people yell at each other.
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what are you, some kind of transgenic abomination??asked by Anonymous
answer:
No, of course not, I’m a fucking muppet.
What do I look like?
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What SORT of transgenic abomination are you?asked by mothw1ng-deactivated20111017
answer:
The kind of eight-foot, thousand pound monstrosity you get when you combine ceratopsian and human genes. I can’t even walk through doors without banging this stupid bony protrusion on my head on the frame. It’s sort of awful.
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?asked by tumblrbot
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I would say my bed, but the damn thing is uncomfortable as hell and too small for my giant genetically-manipulated carcass.
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Yeah. Hi. Is this thing on?
