I'm afraid Jack S. is right. That new "Effing Server" brew is murder. I was pounding the Isley weapons platforms last night myself, and a bottle floated past the bridge. Like an idiot, I tractored it aboard, and the next thing I knew I woke up with a murderous hangover Back on the Shetland! Some 60 prisoners took the opportunity to escape.
I know we'd all like to fill our holds with "data" in one swell foop; but I'd like to suggest that until the manufacturers of this nasty concoction are found and put out of business, we make our collection forays short and sweet. Either that, or register our data by "channel F1" occasionally during the operation.
Until the situation is rectified, all bottles of "Effing Server" are to be destroyed immediately.