I really didn't know if I was going to hold up. The day is barely begun, of course, but this is about the point when I thought I might run out of steam.
Had a bit of a start yesterday, when I received a text from the Master Control operator forty minutes after the beginning of my shift, "Are you here yet?" I was, and I had been. I'd even walked past his glassed-in room a couple of times in the path from door to desk to the duty position I get to run for ninety minutes. He hadn't noticed, and it turned out he had a typewriter he wanted me to look at, a nice Olympia portable. They're not hugely rare but they are good machines and I think he's planning to keep it. (Along with what he described as "an IBM ball writer." You mean a Selectric? "Oh, yes, that's what they called them." How soon it fades!)
Working On A Starship
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