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2021.12.09 06:55 Top_Hat_surgeon Darkest Void 10; Technical Difficulties

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1. Sarjana
Sarjana closed up the panel before her.
Over the past few twelve days, the preparations for the upcoming exploration frenzy had entered its final stages.
This unfortunately meant that she had to go through a cornucopia of final engineering checks.
Hence why she was aboard a mining ship; closing up access to one of its chemical processors. How it had broken was beyond her; several engineering teams had checked it numerous times over the past decades. Either they were incompetent, or the machines hated the pain human engineers inflicted upon them, and decided to take their revenge.
Sarjana thought the second option more likely; after having seen human engineering in action, it was the only logical conclusion one could reach.
With that done though, she could move on to the next task on her list.
She pulled herself up through the connecting tube onto the busy docks of the Bhramanakani; now a thrum of activity, as scientific equipment was checked, fuel tanks retrofitted, and supplies organised.
Sarjana couldn’t remember anything like this happening in the refugee fleet; a chaotic frenzy which pushed thousands of people to act nearly as one, united in common purpose.
To be fair though, the refugee fleet had always been cruising on borrowed time; most people had lost hope for the future prior to meeting the humans.
She idly wondered how that had changed since she’d left.
Would pallets of rations be moved onto mining ships?
Would refinery station assemblies be packed for deployment on the moons of HDA1?
Would a minor army of explorers be equipping themselves for the year ahead?
It was interesting to think about.
She’d have to ask Kekuassan about it.
That wasn’t her current concern though, so she pushed past the crowds towards the next ship on her list; exploratory ship twenty six.
She reviewed the maintenance log as she floated down the length of the docks; there was apparently an electrical malfunction in it’s secondary reactor control systems.
She frowned at that.
As fluent as she’d become with human technology, their electronics was something that still stubbornly resisted her attempts to understand it. Combine humanity’s disparate technical standards with centuries of makeshift design, and you're bound to get a nigh incomprehensible mess.
As she considered the eldritch abomination of human electronics, she pulled herself down into the reactor crawl space before pulling open the control module before her.
A mess of cables, circuits and loose electronics unfurled out before her.
She sighed.
She wanted to strangle whoever had put this together.
Homicide however, wasn’t a viable option, so she instead found a comfortable perch before pulling up the schematics of the control module, as well as her personal notes on human electronics.
She wished Dhir was here instead. Considering he did his thesis on control system management, he would have been far more qualified for the task at hand.
Unfortunately, everyone on the engineering team were all overworked as is, so this was something she was going to have to figure out herself.
Without wasting any further time, she began systematically pulling apart the wires before her, testing each of the thousands of different subsystems that made it up.
This was going to take a while.
That was fine; she was patient.
A hundred other items quietly waited in her maintenance log.
That however was a problem for later.

---

2. Dhir
Dhir stretched out from the crouched position he was holding himself in, and immediately regretted it. Cramps wracked through his body, his musculature objecting to the sudden movement in the strongest possible terms.
This was why he tried to replace as much of it as possible.
In retrospect, crouching unmoving in a power substation for twenty five hours wasn’t the brightest idea he had.
He had at least managed to fix the electrical fault he had been looking for.
Just as his inflamed musculature began to subside, his implants chimed a notification.
He sighed; there was apparently a council meeting currently under way.
He judiciously decided to ignore it.
He had actual work to do.
Over the past few weeks, he had been needed to overview several radiator upgrades; the wholesale replacement of four torch drives, as well as a plethora of smaller tasks.
And that ignored his leadership duties.
His to-do lists on either fronts hadn’t gotten any shorter.
He was fairly sure he hadn’t had this amount of work since his university days.
He had pushed through then though, so he would push through now.
With that decided, he packed his tools, and began pulling himself down the claustrophobic confines of the utility tunnels. It took him a few minutes before he finally stretched out into the main corridors, the bright lights temporarily blinding him.
It took a moment before his vision returned, allowing him to pull up his maintenance log.
His next job involved repairs to the RCS systems aboard one of the exploratory spacecraft.
He sighed.
Those systems were meant to be stupidly reliable; why did they keep breaking?
He’d have to look into that at some point.
That point wasn’t now however, so after a quick detour to pick up spare parts, he floated down through the busy docks of the Bhramanakani.
A few minutes later, he stepped out of an airlock, his toolbox clipped to his harness, and floated down one of the rail systems in the hangar. Whilst it was usually inactive, the hangars were now abuzz with activity, with other engineer teams performing their own maintenance, whilst massive logistical robots handled entire ships as if they were toys.
He spent a moment just watching the constant activity of his ship.
It was relaxing in a way.
This was when he remembered he had a job to do; and willed him down to the ship that needed his attention. Apparently one of it’s aft RCS thrusters wasn’t responding to commands. Hopefully it was just a bit of degraded cable.
A quick inspection failed to reveal anything so convenient.
Annoying, but should only take half an hour to find and fix.
He fumbled his toolbox open, cursing as a cloud of tools burst out.
After painfully retrieving every individual piece, he finally set about systematically testing every component in the system.
Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.
Whether he picked up the wrong tools; pulled out the wrong bit of pipe, or had to retrieve parts drifting out across the vast hangar. He found himself needing to retrace his steps several times, double, triple, quadruple checking every part of his work, again and again.
In the end, the entire procedure took two hours.
Exhausted as he was, he took care to mechanically close up the RCS assembly, step by step.
He couldn’t help but chastise himself for taking so long on this.
He was normally better at this.
With a tired sigh, he made his way back up the rail.
As the airlock repressurised, he started looking through the next element on his list.
The list had gotten longer.
He sighed; he was going to be busy for the entire foreseeable future.
He took a moment to gather his will, and pushed off towards his next job.
He had work to do.

---

3. Sarjana
Dhir stared blankly at the whiteboard before them.
“You good?” Sarjana inquired a moment later.
A switch seemed to flick on as he shook himself awake.
“Yeah,” he replied surprised, “just a bit slow today...”
Sarjana nodded in understanding.
This was their first real break in weeks, so it wasn’t surprising that they were starting to get a bit tired. They had of course decided that the word ‘break’ meant continuing to work on one of their shared research projects.
Any other definition of the word was lost upon them.
Despite the near magical abilities of human reactor tech, they had decided that they would still be able to find ways to improve upon the designs. This was despite the fact that it took generations of union mathematicians to make even modest gains in reactor efficiency.
Hence why they had been stuck for the past few months.
Turns out it was a hard problem.
Who’d have thought?
They spent a few more minutes scanning over the whiteboard.
“Fuck it,” Sarjana decided, “I’ve had enough for today...”
She walked off towards Dhir’s kitchen, a dozen empty coffee cups stacked in it’s sink.
She opened one of the drawers, pulling out Dhir’s lackluster tea supply.
She wondered why he kept it there, he didn’t drink any of it.
Now that she thought about it, she was fairly sure that she was the only one that used it.
Tea, she had decided, was the pinnacle of human achievement.
Any other opinion was heresy.
“Want anything?” she called out distractedly.
No answer.
She looked up to find that he hadn’t moved; still staring at the whiteboard.
Fortunately, his caffeine addiction could be leveraged in this situation.
She grimaced at the smell emanating from his coffee maker as she made him a cup.
Turns out pugnasi are far more sensitive to caffeine than humans are; they had discovered that fact after she drank some a few months back. The resulting overdose had not been a pleasant experience.
They had since become far more careful when trying each other’s foods.
She walked over to Dhir, pungent cup in hand.
“Bean juice?” she offered gently.
A switch again seemed to flick on behind his eyes.
“Oh, thanks...” he said, accepting the steaming cup.
He took a deep sip before sighing, “nectar of the damn gods...”
Sarjana shook her head, chuckling “you still do not see the enlightening brilliance of tea...”
He turned to look at her quizzically “let me know when your leaf soup can keep me going for a week straight. Then I'll reconsider...”
She shook her head dismissively before turning back to the whiteboard for a moment.
She pointed to one of the equations on the board.
“You do realise you forgot a term there?”
She watched as realisation dawned on Dhir’s face.
“Can I have the brain cell back now?” he asked a moment later.
Sarjana snorted.
“No,” she responded dryly, “you never know what to do with it...”
She couldn't help but laugh at the look he gave her.
A moment passed before Dhir’s stony deadpan cracked into a weary smile.
“No but seriously,” she continued, “stop looking at that whiteboard; you need a break.”
“Yeah, I know,” he replied dismissively, “just want to finish up here...”
She frowned.
“Put the marker down, and step away from the board, you need a break.”
“I will, just give me a sec...” he continued distractedly.
“Dhir,” she emphasised, before pointing to the couch.
“Sit. Now.”
He cocked his head at her before begrudgingly trudging over to the couch.
Satisfied that he would stay put, she decided to try and find something for dinner.
Failing to find leftovers anywhere in his quarters, they eventually decided to order some food over. Dhir did his best impression of an inanimate corpse while they waited.
Some quiet conversation followed once their food arrived as they divided up the myriad containers between them.
They then decided to watch something whilst they ate.
“But that’s not how orbital mechanics works,” Dhir complained, gesturing to the screen.
Sarjana chuckled.
They had decided to rewatch Perjalan, an old pugnas sci-fi show.
In retrospect, the fact that it had been made before the adoption of widespread space travel made it hopelessly anachronistic.
“Just ignore it” she insisted “you need to suspend some disbelief...”
“Not when they show ships burning down towards their destination,” he whined.
“Now, in their defense,” Sarjana started, “very few people understood space travel when they made this...”
Dhir motioned expressively “how can anyone function in society without knowing how ships move? Most people fly several times a year!”
“Dhir,” she started “only two thousand people had gone to space when they made this; give them some slack.”
“Never!” he proclaimed stubbornly.
She burst into laughter.
Dhir momentarily held a straight face before joining her with a suppressed chuckle.
The evening continued more quietly, conversation meandering about a thousand different tangents. Eventually, as conversation slowed to an incoherent dribble, and their plates now scraped clean, the evening drew to a close.
“Well, I should probably turn in for the night,” Sarjana concluded a few minutes later.
Dhir nodded, “Well, see you tomorrow then...”
After exchanging goodbyes, she began making her way home to finally get some actual rest.
Hopefully Dhir would do the same.

---

4. Xing
“How does one accidentally ‘trip’ onto a piston assembly?” Xing asked, humour in his voice.
Doctor Valadez chuckled, “His girlfriend talked about ‘disassembling a pump system’ or something.”
The two doctors exchanged a knowing look, before sharing a moment of quiet laughter.
“Well besides the hazards of ‘pump disassembly,’” Xing finger quoted “Anything else from the emergency room I should know about?”
Valadez slowly shook her head “Will let you know if there’s anything...”
Xing nodded as she left. He could now turn his full attention to the matters before him.
He opened the console on his desk looking at his ever expanding to-do list; a few cybernetics installations he had to approve, some paperwork due to a new birth, some genetics work…
And that only encompassed his medical duties; he was also the XO aboard the Bhramanakani, with the work therein being far more time intensive.
He grimaced at the first item on his list; ‘Space traffic control shit.’
Whilst getting the refugee fleet to help with exploration was overall a good thing, it made the logistics exponentially more complex. And that was without the pugnasi being obtuse on minor administrative matters.
Which they were.
He sighed; He wasn’t going to get the pugnasi on the other end to agree with him, so decided to push off and find someone who could force the issue. He strode out into the habitat cylinder, and down towards the command center of the ship.
Hopefully Dhir would be there.
It was a one in five odds all things considered.
He would otherwise be in some nondescript access tunnel, fiddling with cables.
Or doing math with Sarjana.
He sighed again before deciding to pull up a completely legal emergency tracking software, narrowing his location down. A moment later, his implants cheerfully informed him that Dhir was seven meters to the left. He looked up to find him mechanically marching past, typing furiously at a console in hand.
“Dhir!” Xing called out.
He tripped over the flat ground before staggering about.
“Oh hello,” he started distractedly, “need something?”
Xing nodded.
“Someone in pugnas traffic control is being an obstinate ass; I’d like to go over their heads...”
“And I need to do that?” Dhir concluded.
Xing nodded “Unless you want them to blow themselves up; they don’t see the point in landing area exclusion zones...”
It seemed to take Dhir a moment to process that.
Xing could almost see the gears slowly grinding behind his friend’s eyes.
“Who do I need to call?” Dhir asked.
Xing signaled his implants “you should have all the information now...”
Dhir confirmed he received it a moment later.
“When do you need this done by?”
Xing shrugged “soon as possible...”
“Right,” Dhir sighed, “I’ll put that at the back of my queue with all the other ‘soon as possible’ stuff...”
Xing thought about it before correcting himself “Within the next week then.”
Dhir offered a curt nod before starting to walk off.
“You doing all right?” Xing interrupted.
Dhir stopped “about as well as can be expected. Bit much on my plate at the moment...”
“When was the last time you slept?” Xing continued.
That gave him pause.
“Few days I think?” Dhir ventured. “You checking up on me?”
Xing shrugged “I am both your doctor and your XO. That you’re doing alright is something I’d like to know...”
Dhir’s annoyance seemed to soften somewhat.
“Your concern is appreciated; but you don’t need to worry. I'm a bit overworked, but doing fine. I’ve gotten through worse before...”
“Good,” Xing replied “just making sure...”
He wasn’t exactly satisfied with that answer, but it was the best he was going to get.
They then took a moment to exchange quick goodbyes before walking off in opposite directions.
Xing couldn’t help but worry for him.
Dhir had a tendency to will himself up to the very edge of his productive capacity. Whilst he’d never gone over that edge, Xing suspected that it was only a matter of time before he did.
Dhir had always managed to power through it though...
Xing consciously pushed the worry out of his mind.
Dhir would be fine.

---

5. Dhir
Dhir continued his mechanical march through the Bhramanakani’s habitat drum.
One of the perks of brain computer interfaces, he decided, was the ability to simply shut off his pain receptors. Whilst it wasn’t exactly an advisable thing to do, he had long since discovered that it could be used in order to maximise his productivity during crunch time.
It wasn’t an option to take lightly though.
It wasn’t a last resort either.
Either way, it came in handy now.
It had been a few days since he had worked on his and Sarjana’s reactor optimisation project, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was stuck.
That irritated him.
The problem he was stuck on should have been trivial, a simple partial differential; he routinely solved such problems in his head.
Yet he was stuck.
It was something that gnawed at him.
He had been busy these past few days, an upwell of activity consuming him and the entire ship in a frenzy of activity.
Now though, they all had another few days of respite.
Whilst most people were using the time to sleep and recharge, Dhir felt good enough, so he had decided to rent some office space and computing time in the research wing.
He’d finally be able to solve the problem that taunted him so.
He’d start from first principles, and go through it systematically, step by step; that way he wouldn’t repeat his past mistakes. If he got stuck, he’d start over, and try something different.
He would walk out of that room with a solution.
He continued down the empty corridors of the habitat’s research wing. Most of the time, it buzzed with activity, people undertaking a range of different research projects.
The corridors were quiet now though, which was good; it gave him unfettered access to whatever he needed.
He stepped into one of the office spaces in the research wing.
Several whiteboards hung on the walls, a desk stood in the middle of the room, and a terminal against the back wall gave him direct access to the research supercomputers.
Perfect.
He took a moment to set down all the things he had brought with him; notepaper, two thermoses filled with coffee, a set of coloured whiteboard markers.
He then systematically wrote down all the givens of the problem on the whiteboard.
With those axioms established, he could now attack the problem.
He was looking forwards to this.
---
Dhir was no longer irritated.
He was enraged.
Had he been prone to violence, he would have broken something.
Fortunately, the engineer in him refused that approach; it preferred more constructive outlets for his anger.
There were none however.
He paused a moment to look about the room.
Dozens of approaches were meticulously outlined across all surfaces; each had been repeated several times; each method representing several hours of work.
Yet nothing had come of it.
Why couldn’t he do this?
This should be a simple problem.
He had tried everything he could think of…
The solution was probably something obvious; he could almost see it taunting him from the shadows. If only it would come out...
“Think, Think…” he muttered to himself.
This was when his implants chimed, notifying him of something that needed his attention, although he couldn’t quite resolve what it was.
He started to refocus his attention on it, before he caught himself.
No.
He had set himself a task; he was going to see it through; no distractions.
But how?
He had tried all the analytical methods he could think of…
The open textbooks littered across the desk attested to all the methods he hadn’t thought of.
Maybe a numerical method would give him more insight into the problem?
Such methods could only approximate solutions to an arbitrary accuracy, and do so at huge computational costs. But an imperfect solution is better than no solution, and could eventually lead him to something more concrete...
He experimentally set his implants to try and solve the problem.
Predictably, they failed; they simply didn’t have enough power.
That gave him an idea.
He’d need additional supplies, but it could work...
After a moment’s consideration, he smiled.
This was a good idea.
He now had a plan; it merely needed to be put into motion.
He strode out of the office with new purpose.
Time to solve this once and for all.

---

6. Sarjana
Dhir wasn’t picking up.
Sarjana was starting to get annoyed; this was the fifth time today she’d tried to reach him, and he still hadn’t responded.
There was a maintenance issue with the habitat drum bearing system; and in order to get the supplies she needed to do something about it, Sarjana needed certain permissions from the chief engineer.
And he was apparently unavailable at the moment.
That was quite inconvenient to say the least.
Her console once again chimed that it couldn’t place a call, politely asking if she wanted to leave a message.
Sarjana dismissed it, before pushing off into the corridor.
‘Ignore my calls; I hunt you down,’ she grumbled to herself.
Despite the size and complexity of the Bhramanakani, it was surprisingly easy to find Dhir at any given time. Granted, that largely had to do with how predictable he was; either follow the list of electrical faults, or go anywhere where interesting math is being displayed.
In retrospect; a similar algorithm could be used to pin down her location as well.
Whilst this did narrow down the search area quite a bit, it still took her the better part of a twelfth of a day before she saw a figure scuttle out of an electronics supply hub, arms full of cables.
“Dhir!” she called out.
The figure froze, before robotically making his way over to her.
“Hello there,” Dhir said.
“I’ve been trying to reach you,” Sarjana accused.
A moment ticked past.
“You did?” he asked, confused.
“Multiple times,” she continued “I need some parts for work on drum contact forty two.”
He paused before nodding “Sent the approval now; should have what you need.”
She quickly affirmed after checking her console for her permissions.
“Thanks then.”
Dhir nodded his head again before Sarjana gestured to his supplies “what’s this for?”
He shrugged “Not enough power; also need pattern matching faculties.”
That failed to enlighten Sarjana.
“I’m going to need a bit more than that,” she said.
“No analytical solutions found yet; find numerical ones to sound out feel of problem, but need more power to compute it to required precision...”
“Wait...” she continued “Is this the problem you said you were working on during your break?”
Dhir paused before affirming “Shouldn’t take long...”
“That was four days ago.” Sarjana stated simply.
“Computation time should be reduced...” he muttered to himself.
This was starting to get concerning.
“When was the last time you slept?” she asked.
He waved a dismissive hand, “all primary functions are operating at acceptable levels...”
“Not what I asked.”
“I’m fine...” he replied impassively.
“Again, not what I asked,” she continued more forcefully.
Dhir began backing away.
“I’ll retrieve that data later...” he replied somewhat defensively.
“Dhir,” Sarjana insisted, “Give me the cables, and go to bed.”
He continued edging away.
She kept following him.
“I have work to do,” he stated tonelessly.
“Not anymore you don’t. Now hand over the cables.” she commanded.
A moment passed.
“No.”
And with that, he turned tail before rushing off into the crowd.
“For fuck’s sake...” Sarjana cursed.
---
Sarjana pushed through the door before proclaiming “The captain’s broken.”
Xing looked up from his desk, “Hello to you too...”
“Dhir’s short circuited; he’s gotten stuck,” she elaborated “Do you know how to get him unstuck?”
“Have you tried turning him off and on again? That usually works...’” he replied humorously.
“He refused. Got any other ideas?” she said.
“Sounds serious then,” he continued jokingly.
“It is rather,” she stated seriously.
Xing shifted in his chair, “Ok. We should probably go find him. Know where he is?”
Sarjana shook her head “Not really; he seems to have hidden away somewhere...”
Xing nodded, pulling up his console.
“He’s in the research wing; office twenty eight,” he said “did he ever mention that?”
“No...” she replied “Doesn’t the Union have privacy laws against tracking devices?”
Xing wavered his hand, smiling “Only if you get caught...”
Sarjana let off a chuckle, “fair enough.”
And with that, the two of them made their way out of the office, and towards the habitat research wing.
It only took a few minutes before they stood before a locked door.
“Any ideas how to get in?” Sarjana asked.
Xing nodded before mashing his thumb against the biometric lock.
“Emergency override” he explained “perks of being XO.”
She nodded before pushing the door open, an eerie stillness emanating from the darkened room beyond.
The walls were meticulously decorated with mathematics; a cornucopia of methods on display. She found herself drawn to the logic made manifest across the room.
Both human and pugnas notation were being utilized.
That was interesting.
Something to look into.
Sarjana refocused her attention; as much as these equations described fascinating ideas, speaking fundamental physical truths, they also told of a manic obsession.
There were cautionary tales from Asal of people who flew to the upper edges of the troposphere, only to be swept away by treacherous winds, doomed to the air forevermore.
She wouldn’t let that happen to her friend.
They rounded the desk to find Dhir sitting cross legged, and unresponsive.
A sheen of grime and sweat covered his face, glassy eyes staring out. A mess of papers were arranged about the mat upon which he sat. Hadn’t she known better, she would have assumed this was a religious rite.
“Oh fuck to the hell no,” Xing muttered before rushing down besides him.
This was when she saw it.
A parasitic tangle of cables sprouted from the base of Dhir’s skull, connecting him to the mainframe behind him.
“The fuck is that!?” she almost whispered.
“An unhinged idea,” Xing responded, “Call the neurology department.”
Sarjana stood frozen.
“NOW!” Xing commanded.
She jumped to attention, pulling her console out.
This was when an ear piercing scream filled the room.
She turned around once her ears stopped ringing.
Dhir sat up aware, hands clasped around the back of his neck.
“You insufferable half-wit!” Xing berated beside him.
The cables hung loose off to the side.
Relief flowed through her.
Now to fix this idiot.

---

7. Dhir
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Never had he had such power at his disposal.
He reached out, and reached out, building up a delicate interplay of variables and logic.
Set into motion, it was the most beautiful thing to pass through his mind.
Dhir thought he had understood these things before.
Of course he had, mathematics had long been a part of him. The fact his thoughts often expressed themselves as mathematical relations was a testament to that.
But this was something new.
Truth made itself manifest here.
And yet...
Something wouldn’t resolve.
Something didn’t click.
Too many dots, not enough lines.
He turned the problem around, tinkering with its parameters, and set it into motion once more. Again, something wouldn’t resolve.
He suppressed his mild ire.
This was fine.
He turned the problem around again.
Each time he would gain insight, each time he would draw a line, each time he would get a bit closer to an answer.
This was going to take a while.
But here, without hunger to distract him, fatigue to drain him, or concentration to fail him, he could be patient.
He would take all the time he needed.
A dozen iterations.
A hundred iterations.
A thousand iterations.
All the same to him here, he would get through it regardless.
He would get his solution.
He started turning the problem around again as reality collapsed violently, an infinite interval of unconsciousness dragging on.
And as suddenly as it stopped, his awareness flickered back to life.
He felt his mechanical lungs click painfully; his lower back erupted into flames, his head pound with agony.
Someone had pulled him out.
Who would dare!?
“You insufferable half-wit!”
He creaked his head up to find two figures besides him.
It took a moment before the pain subsided enough to do anything.
He sent an electric impulse out into his body.
His cybernetic arm whired about, relaying force back up his shoulder as it came to a stop.
Momentum.
What a funny concept.
Deep in his mind, his unconscious began taking back control.
He looked to his hand, willing it to move.
It obeyed.
Interesting how it could do that.
“The inexorable fuck, were you doing?”
He looked up to the figure that had said that.
It took his mind a moment to recognise it as Xing.
He willed his mouth and vocal chords into action “why did you pull me out?”
His voice came out a hoarse wheeze.
‘Work in progress’ he thought.
“Excuse me?” he replied indignantly, “We found you catatonic; and you dare question why?”
“I was making progress...” he retorted.
“Dhir,” another voice emphasised.
It took a moment to recognise it as Sarjana.
“You plugged yourself into a supercomputer. That doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“Naval pilots do it...” Dhir defended weakly.
“They train extensively to avoid fucking with their sense of perception,” Xing fumed “You aren’t trained; it’s a miracle you’re not in a vegetative state!”
“I was fine,” Dhir asserted.
“Fine!?” Xing continued “You are not fine; you almost broke your mind; you haven’t slept in two weeks, and currently look like a corpse!”
“How do you know how long I slept?” Dhir asked curiously.
“We checked your medical implants,” Sarjana stated plainly.
“That’s a breach of privacy...” he complained.
“Tough luck,” Sarjana stated dispationately “You relinquished your right to privacy when you decided to pull this shit.”
“I was fine,” Dhir repeated, unconvinced.
“Dhir,” she started “You aren’t. I’ve seen you humans do batshit crazy things, but this isn’t normal or healthy, even by your standards. You need to stop.”
Another shot of pain racked through his body as his sense of physical self reasserted itself.
He gritted his teeth, waiting for it to subside.
“I need to solve it though...” he almost whispered.
“Not when it comes at the cost of your health,” Xing accused.
Sarjana shot him a look before turning back “Mind and body need maintenance; what happens when you push them too far?”
Dhir thought about it; this was something he could figure out.
“Diminishing returns. Productive output decreases, and eventual costs increase.” he stated slowly “But I was finally getting work done...”
Sarjana started to say something when Xing interrupted.
“Your job, Is to command a starship. This,” he gestured around the room “isn't work. This is a hobby. You may be an engineer, but this isn’t your job. Commanding your ship is.”
Dhir felt ice settle in his stomach.
He shuddered as an upwell of emotion coursed it’s way through him.
He had avoided the topic for over two years now, captain and chief engineer are both full time jobs. That he had managed to juggle them this long was miraculous.
He was an engineer at heart though.
He didn’t want to give that up.
But he had his duty.
He mulled it over, trying to reconcile those two facts.
“You OK?” Sarjana asked gently.
He began formulating a response before catching himself.
He thought he was; he had endured worse before, and was finally making progress.
He found that he wasn’t sure.
Another wave of exhausted pain washed through his body.
He slowly shook his trembling head.
“Need a hug?” she offered.
He thought about it a moment before signaling his shaky assent, letting her completely envelop him in her wings.
They sat there for a moment of companionable silence.
“You know...” Dhir started “You’ve ruined hugs forever...”
Sarjana cocked her head at that.
“Being hugged by someone who can completely cocoon you ruins all future hugs from people with noodly appendages...” he elaborated.
Xing scoffed, “As someone with noodly appendages, I take issue with that comment.”
“Grow wings, and I'll reconsider,” Dhir retorted wearily.
They shared a moment of quiet laughter before separating.
“Better?” she inquired.
He nodded “Yeah, thanks. I needed that.”
“I think I now know what I need to do.” he decided a moment later.
Sarjana cocked her head at him as he clambered up onto his unsteady feet.
With his friends' support, he started making his way towards the door, casting a last sidelong glance at the maths spread about the room.
He wasn’t sure if he could let it go.
But he knew what had to happen next.
That was enough.

---

8. Sarjana
A lot of things had changed in the last few days.
Sarjana had received a promotion.
She was now the Bhramanakani’s chief engineer.
Dhir had relinquished it.
He had first taken two days to actually rest and recover.
But he had then stepped out of his quarters, evaluated all of his possible replacements, and signed away the position.
As of midnight tonight, he’d no longer be the chief engineer.
Sarjana had been surprised by his choice; she had only been on the human ship for a bit under a cycle, all the other options had served on the Bhramanakani for decades.
There had been questions of nepotism, but those had all been found invalid, as Dhir’s reasoning was laid out for all to see.
Sarjana was the best candidate
She was still surprised by that conclusion.
The decision unfortunately meant that she had a lot more work than beforehand, and was currently reading through the full span of her new role; examining the resources at her disposal, her full duties, and the access codes she now had.
There was a lot that she’d need to keep track of now.
This was when she heard her door chime.
Grateful for the distraction, she dumped her console off to the side, and made for the door.
A well rested looking Dhir appeared on the other side.
“Hello,”he started awkwardly
“Hi,” she replied “What brings you here?”
“Well I just wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed” he explained “I know there’s quite a bit of stuff that comes with the position...”
“Yeah,” Sarjana nodded “I’ve got everything I need. Thanks though...”
Dhir assented, awkwardly shifting in place.
“You needed anything else?” she prompted.
He nodded “I just wanted to thank you again...”
She cocked her head at that.
“In retrospect, I was in quite a bad place,” he elaborated “If you hadn’t spotted it, I’d likely be in some deep shit right about now...”
She chuckled, “Don’t worry about it. Was fun to see you get stuck in an infinite loop...”
“Leave it to me to demonstrate the halting problem,” he stated humorously.
They shared a moment of laughter.
“Oh, by the way, I discovered something...” Dhir continued.
“Oh?”
“Turns out the problem I was working on; there’s no known solution.” he elaborated “It’s apparently been a big thing in maths for the past hundred and forty years...”
She mulled that over a moment.
“So you were quite literally stuck in an infinite loop,” Sarjana concluded dryly.
Dhir wavered his hand in a human ‘not quite’ motion.
“I found something; something I don’t think anyone else has tried yet,” he continued “I think we can figure it out. Want to give it a try?”
“This isn’t a ploy to plug yourself back into the mainframe, is it?” she retorted suspiciously.
Dhir raised placating hands “No, no. I just thought it would be fun...”
She eyed him before continuing “Haven’t you relinquished the engineering stuff?”
He smiled sadly
“I was just in the first council session I’ve been to in months,” he stated, “I’d like to do something I’m actually good at...”
“Told you avoidance wouldn’t end well,” she stated dryly.
“Yes, yes; your powers of foresight are frightening,” he replied mirthfully “Now do you want to do some maths?”
Sarjana snorted, before gesturing him in.
“Want some coffee?” she asked.
“Sure!” he replied enthusiastically.
She made her way over to the kitchen, retrieving a packet of the death beans.
“Actually” he said curiously “you can’t drink it, why do you even have coffee?”
She shrugged “For any and all humans that come around...”
Dhir cocked his head at her.
“Besides me, who actually comes here?” he asked a moment later.
“Do you want coffee or answers?” she replied dryly.
He paused for a moment.
“Coffee please...”
She chuckled as he began summarizing the problem thus far on one of her whiteboards.
She walked over a moment later, handing him the pungent cup.
“Shall we?” he gestured to the whiteboard.
She momentarily scanned the board before replying “Big problem...”
“Why do anything easy?” he stated rhetorically.
Sarjana had no answer to that.
And with that, he began explaining what he had found.
She smiled at his enthusiasm.
This was going to be absolutely brilliant.

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2021.12.09 06:55 steviethememeaddict My cat has a wound, vets aren't an option. Any help is appreciated. [Pics attached]

My SO's cat has been mainly an outdoor cat for as long as I can remember. His name is Loki and he's a year old now. (not feral, comes to her for food and cuddles, but doesn't spend the night)
A month or so earlier he came home with very bad wounds on his limbs. Like really really bad. We tried taking him to the vet but he's not carrier trained so we couldn't,(he would just panic and run).
We put turmeric on the wounds... (...Indian moms) and he didn't really let us do anything else, we just let him be and thought he would heal over time. He's been walking with a limp ever since and the wound hasn't really healed.
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2021.12.09 06:55 serious_business20xx Strong INTJ【M】・ENTP【M】shadow bond

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I've been working hard to express myself without using humor and outright stated to him that I was next in line should the marriage dissolve but he said no. I have a hard time discerning if he's just not ready to open up to that as an option or if he's objectively allergic to the idea. I even asked him if it made him uncomfortable that I wanted to dedicate so much time to him and that I make a lot of jokes to which he didn't outright state that it made him uncomfortable.
Its driving me crazy that I can't get a straight answer from him but at the same time it's helping me to grow. Can I ask your perspective on my situation?
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2021.12.09 06:55 Altruistic_Self_9893 Rechnerteil Glatthirn Frage

Hab mich heute endlich nach lang ersehnten 2 Monaten bei Rechnerteil einloggen können.
W8AWEIJAWOEJH-N Formular ausgefüllt und dann in die Bank Details geschaut.
Nun wird da doch auch angeboten einen Auslands Kabel Account einzubinden !
Das heißt ,ich hab meine ganz normalen IBAN Daten eingegeben und hinzugefügt.
Gilt dass nun nur für das Auszahlen oder kann ich damit auch unsere Lieblingsoktie nun doch direkt über Computerteil kaufen ohne Wise zu benutzen?
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It's never worked for me. 🤨
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2021.12.09 06:55 star_shaped_j3llo Does counting sheep actually for you guys

It's never worked for me. 🤨
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2021.12.09 06:55 Turbulent-Stay-2795 Are "terms"and "rules" similar ?When to use the word "term".?Please explain.

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