Well, let's start with the checklist today shall we?

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* The water atomizer for their garden bay broke down again. At least it didn't blow up. Fix.

* Tensions between species designation Θ-51 and Θ-77 have increased. Again. Smooth them. Again.

* Coil siphons on the planetary gas collector's flow gauges have disintegrated. Need to schedule replacement with experimental alloy 13.

* Decontaminate the control room, too.

* A radio noise spike from the surface storm knocked out some of the fine instrumentation the Sci-Corps were using. Get them to orchestrate better fail-safes in case it happens for the third time.

* Feed the Gargantus Rex...

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I pulled away from the floating tablet in disgust, even though the scrollbar on its side showed there was significantly more to read than that. So much of the tech being used for this constantly falling apart place can't be compared to the quality of it on my ship.

I suppose it's not fair to even try. This Θ grouping of stars might be the most advanced in its galaxy, but it's still practically the difference between gunpowder and nuclear bombs.

Or… something like that.

I mean, they don't use early gunpowder levels of technology, that was just a… bad comparison. Actually, sometimes it breaks down like *something* in it is exploding a lot, but I'm not allowed to enact improvements on my own that their own cultures don't come up with.

I'm just allowed to help maintain it at their available standards... and keep them from killing themselves where I can.

But why is there just as many things on this list day to day - don't I deserve a break by now? I want to see my darling already. I've worked hard to get this darn space station running again, even though it seems like this whole star system is conspiring against me. 

Sigh. Agreeing to it back then like it was nothing...

'Oh, that's fine, I'll do it if that's what has to be done'....?

Naive, you ignorant Earthling! Learn to read your *only three-day at that point* husband's mood better next time!

Ah, well.

It's not like I wanted to be the kind of wife that just sits around all day minding the lovey-dovey house, but there should be limits to what is expected of a person. Right, Presio?