Ayel could hear a steady drip, drip, drip in the darkness as he lay on a cot, arms crossed behind his head. Maybe a valve seal, maybe a condenser. If it was a condenser he hoped it was the supply adapter and not a problem with the pump mechanics. There were no spare parts left, and every system had been cannibalized within an attoparsec of its ( Read more... )

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