Monday, 19 January 2015



John Ross ©

Clang. Clang. Clang.
It was so loud it was painful.
Ok. O bloody K. I’m awake.
I knew I had to get out of bed to turn it off. If I didn’t it would just get louder.
I was still feeling dopey after a long sleep.
What if I ignored it for long enough? Would it stop?
No way. I give in.
Up. Alarm off. Get dressed. Breakfast.
Transport at the door.
Down to work.
Usual reports.
Tick. Tick. No. Yes. Next shift can handle that.
30 minutes of exercise.
Not in bad shape for an old guy.
Catch up on the goss on the private channel
Tick. Tick. Yes. Yes.
One day I should put a cross instead of a tick.
Aircon always too bloody cold.
Now for the highlight of the day.
Talk with the BOSS.
Yep. Never felt better.
I know he means the systems but it’s my little joke.
Log off
Last minute checks.
Tick. Yes.
All OK
Time to head back. Shift finished.
Boring movie.
Time for sleep
Settle down. Put on mask. Activate system.
The ship’s Biomass Operational Supervisory System wishes me a good sleep and will wake me in another 50 years.


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