"FWLS31" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

Logbook : May 31th

I woke up while the Professor, Skipper and George were
trying to tinker with the few code bits they could salvage from
the minnow.exe. Apparently, not much survived the crash, and
they were trying to code an escape out of the sector from
scratch. I tripped over a bad block and crushed a few lines of
code by accident. Skipper hit me with his hat. I suppressed the
urge to hit back.

H'rrit apparently got inspired and is trying to write a
screenplay of her situation in a makeshift privacy shelter. Mary
Ann dumped me, which is going to be a bit hard since we're both
trapped here.

Logbook : May 32nd

A bit of an old Russian icebreaker washed up in the streams
today. George managed to tweak it so it'll trace back our
connections and find a path back home. We're going to set it off
later tonight.

Rebecca was caught ruffling through George's toolkits. She
said she misplaced her comb.

Mary Ann is helping H'rrit with her script. They're on page
six now.

Skipper didn't hit me with his hat today, and I am happy.

Logbook : May 24th

I was wandering around tonight looking for something to
drink, or at least pretend I was drinking, when I accidentally
tripped and kicked the Russian icebreaker into the streams,
washing it away forever. Everybody hit me Skipper's hat, except
for Rebecca, who was missing.

Logbook : May 25th

Mary Ann made up with me, figuring it was easier than trying
to avoid me in this dinky sector. Everybody seems gloomy over
last night's accident. I tried to make up for it by coding up
some sensitized breakfast, but messed up and everybody tasted
old, rusty tin cans. Nobody hit me with anything, fortunately.

H'rrit and Mary Ann are on page ten now. Rebecca is still
missing.