And here we are, drop point two. You’re up John. Enjoy the view.
John snorted as he pushed himself out of his chair. The view? This place will look the same as the last drop and the next drop and every other drop that we’ll be doing. The only exciting part of this trip will be reaching the end of this and getting away from this ship and you.
Ouch man. Can’t you be a little bit happy about helping millions of people stay in contact? A muffled grunt was the only response the pilot received. Alright then. Local area looks clear. Absolutely nothing within ten light years except buoy number one.
Just the way I like it. A minute passed. Depressurizing the cargo bay. Another minute passed. Unloading buoy number two.
Good luck. The pilot idly twirled a pen as sensors showed the progress that John was making. Unlike her companion she was enjoying herself out in the void, thrilled to bits over the very likely possibility that she was the first living to be here ever. It was possible that other life forms had been here at some point but she doubted that. This was the void and in the two centuries of interstellar travel with expansion to five other planets absolutely nothing had been seen that indicated intelligent life was out there.
Entering the cargo bay.
The pilot blinked, startled out of her thoughts by John’s return. Copy that. Starting up the engine. See anything interesting?
Just the same stars that shine everywhere else.
Pity. She waited in her chair, still twirling her pen, until John got back up to his chair. Alright, off to drop three now.
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