Doctor's notes

[Knuthetal]

day: 817/03/31

log: I would like to continue, but it happened again. Takes precedence, I think.
- "Ducky? Ducky. Wake up. Go forth and get yourself a NeuralNet signature card."
- "Awhat? Why would I need one of those? I never did. I never even liked those."
- "Ducky, you blasted poor excuse of an incumbent. And - what? I am not asking."
- "Well you did deliver me safely last time, so I suppose some slack is proper."
- "You cutting me slack? Ducky, do not test me, for I am quick to zap cabbages."
- "*sigh* My mistake, Eris. I will get right on it. Just after this cup of tea."
And so it came to pass that I am in the process of procuring a proper and kosher
signature card, for reasons I do not pretend or hope ever to understand. Smooth.

log: Again, I am unable to continue with my story, since more interesting events
demant relaying. First of all, I was on an Erisian Amulet trade run recently, as
per my instructions. While travelling along a trade lane, I was asked to stop by
an enterprising fellow bearing the "Saragosa.Steel" callsign. Now a quick glance
at his ship told me what I needed to know - a pirate. I casually reached towards
the ejection button and waited, sweat running down my head. Guns, he had enough.
And then came the break - the blessed man was waiting for someone to diagnose an
engine fault, of all things. I put my skills to use, but I would not know nearly
enough - he had a Junker-modified piece, and it simply was not operational. Them
Junkers sure know how to redline those. Long story short, I traded two pieces of
my cargo for the thing. I do like puzzles, and that engine was better than most.

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