"The story is about a detached repairman who is married to an experienced fighter pilot. It takes place aboard a space station. The story begins with someone getting drunk and ends with a lie. The effect of alien contact on religion is a major part of the story." - Seventh Sanctum
Knocking back another mouthful of the foul beverage, which could make anyone's eyes water, Francis took another mental delve into the menial course of passing time he called his 'life'. He noted particularly the fact that he's been doing the same thing as he was about 24 years ago: "not the drinking" he synthesized with his inner monologue, silently he was amused by that little quip that sprung up, but being an engineer for the Ethanthovan Space League Auxillary. Certainly in the beginning as he was an apprentice before the 24 years, as Ethanthova was expanding into space with increasingly larger and more magnificent, spectacular, ming bogglingly larger megastructures of tensile beams and collosal debris shields and radiators the size of which exceed anything that could be easily supported in a terrestrial environment, he was terribly exited to be in such a position for at the time it was a unique prospect. at the ripe age of 44 Francis had been at it since he was twenty years of age, yes, his hair was graying and thinning, yes, his face was beginning to give in to the throes of gravity, and certainly, there may have been a slight deteriation to his vision, but his life of labour made sure that he could press on.
One may think that his admirable ethic to work would give Francis the hope and drive
I need to finish this.
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