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It seems like a good idea to find a job - at least temporarily, until you
figure out what's going on. You've always been a bit of a workaholic. The
idea of being stuck in a weird sci-fi world and not even doing
anything seriously freaks you out. "Mzzzmnhm?" the alien says. "Can I help you, mmm, sir?" "Ma'am." you say, happy that the alien speaks English. "I'm a female." "That's wonderful." the alien says with disinterest. "I assume you're looking for a job?" "Yes, please! I'll do anything... maybe sweep floors? Run a cash register?" "Mzzzmnhmm. All positions at the station are currently filled. But we do run an employment database for docking ships that need extra crew. What are your qualifications?" "Well, I'm a second year medical student." you say. The alien makes a buzzing sound you assume is a laugh. "A human doctor. And not even a doctor, a student. Sorry, but human medicine isn't very well trusted around these parts. Your kind is much better at making giant planet-destroying lasers." "Oh." you say. Somehow this doesn't surprise you. "So... I can't get a job?" "Well, let me see." the alien looks over a computer screen. "There is one opening. It's for a pet-shop hunter vessel, a light frigate. Crew of five presently - two Levixians, a Bieberite, and two humans. Says they can't afford to pay you except in food. Medical experience a plus, it says. Seems perfect for you." "Pet-shop hunter?" "They make a living off capturing rare animal species for zoos and so forth. Lists the name of the captain as Zora Belkinova - a human. Shall I send them your application?"
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