I woke up about seven, maybe a little earlier. I laid there a while before I got up and started coffee.
I did my business in the head, and Destiny was just getting up. We had eggs over easy, sausage, and toast while watching the “news”. It was hard to hold the fork; I had blisters on my fingers from the plug on that stupid damned robot.
They were trying to worry people even more about the Venus virus; someone had died. One of our competitors had a fire in its factory in Peru and somebody died in that, too.
Someone tried to assassinate Britain's Prime Minister and their bobbies put seventy three bullets in the would-be assassin, as well as a few more bullets in some innocent bystanders for good measure. Why in the hell can't cops shoot straight?
I was hoping today would be a lot lighter than yesterday. At least all I had to inspect was downstairs. The eight o'clock readings were normal, so I sauntered down the hall to the damned stairs. Lek and Tammy were in the commons drinking coffee and reading. I marveled at the job Tammy was doing with Lek, Lek was really coming along.
As I walked past I heard Tammy telling Lek “Your eyes are really getting bloodshot. Better have a dose before you start hurting and I can't help you.” I didn't hear what was said after, I was just passing by.
Two droppers were arguing in the hallway so I called Tammy, and she said she'd take care of it.
Down my damned stairs everything was okay, except another robot was trying to plug itself in to seventeen, but was too stupid to know it had to unplug the plug I'd cut from the burned up robot. I logged it and trekked back up those damned stairs.
Tammy had to spray one of the two I'd called her about, and the other one was being treated in sick bay for two black eyes and a concussion. Luckily, Tammy hadn't been injured. Destiny and her was just coming out of the commons as I passed. “Rough one,” Tammy said. “I'm sure glad my bottle worked!”
“How did it happen?” I asked.
“The one in sick bay had stolen her drops two days in a row. The one I sprayed was almost redeyed by the time I got the spray bottle and got all the way here. Quite frightening, but it turned out all right. Maybe Karen will think twice about stealing drops from now on after that, but I really doubt it.”
“Those poor women,” Destiny said.
“No kidding,” I replied. “I wonder what time it is?”
“I don't know,” she said, “but my stomach says it's lunch time. Want to have lunch with us, Tammy?”
“Sorry, I can't. I have a paper to work on and don't have time to eat right now. I need to document the bottle's effectiveness and want to get a passage or two written down before I forget what I was going to write.”
We went home and had fritter dogs and Turkish potatoes. I'll bet there's no way at all to tell that God damned stupid computer to make roast turkey and Turkish spuds.
We had the news on as we ate. The closing of the Mexican hog farm, a huge operation that used a lot of human labor, caused a ripple effect through the Mexican economy and its two biggest banks went bankrupt. The closing of the banks had caused riots and Mexico had to get help from the American military. There was talk of Mexico becoming part of the United states. Most Mexicans wanted it, but few Americans did because of fears of what it would do to their economy.
Destiny put on a short, really stupid twentieth century two dimensional science fiction movie, Arena, about a spaceship's captain who has to fight a giant sentient lizard with a really bad costume. It was so stupid it was almost funny. Traveling faster than light was dumb enough, but the rest of the show was even dumber. No robots and everything looked really primitive, especially the costume the actor playing the lizard was wearing.
We watched another Emergency; that one was pretty good. Then a short western, I forgot what it was called but it was a gray movie about a nineteenth century rancher and his young son.
We ate some Irish sandwich Destiny said was an ancient Irish working man's lunch for dinner, with French fries and cole slaw, and she put on a modern holo named “Yesterday's Promise”. Then we cuddled to some old classical blues and went to bed.