SCAVENGERS AGAIN!
And it’s the last part of our interview with Graham O’Dowd, famous captain of “Red Luna”, prolific space debris catcher and one of the most useless interview subjects of all of the journalism history. “Red Luna” is heading to another sector and we’re going to lose contact with it. Thank God!
0xTIMES: Okey, Graham, let’s talk about your responsibilities as a captain. If there is no control or law on board of “Red Luna”, how do you establish order?
O’DOWD: I don’t. No need to. Everybody here knows where we should move and what we should do. Our wages depend on it.
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0xTIMES: So the wages are the force of law after all. But what about you as a captain? Can you describe your routine?
O’DOWD: Well. I get up early in the morning and then… Ha! I’m joking. I cannot get up. My limbs atrophied long ago because of the constant absence of gravity. I’m just a head with some other organs attached, floating inside my chamber, fastened to a wall by a couple of meters of cable wire. When the crew needs to establish contact with someone they use me as a spokesperson. I’ve got voluble tongue, you see. Others can’t even speak properly most of the time. They probably can pronounce the names of their favorite drinks to order them at our bar, but that’s it.
0xTIMES: That surely sounds terrible. Why don’t you have gravity on “Red Luna”?
O’DOWD: We used to but the generator went down decades ago. And we’ve got no funds to install a new one. Also, part of the crew constantly suffers from oxygen deficit which, in turn, causes mental health problems among many others. We all are so alone here, in the middle of great black abyss. Some of our technicians were somehow abused by the president of…
0xTIMES: Stop, Graham. Are you being serious right now?
O’DOWD: Oh, crap. Of course, not. You are no fun, mate. Kiss my gravitational stern good-bye!
