I woke up from a dream today in which I was completely surrounded by hot, well built naked men. What's the problem? The problem is that I woke up.

Another day, another problem. All right, fine, it's not a problem a day, more like a problem a month, or a problem per half year. But, when that's about how often you wake up, well, it's just different.

So, today's problem: A brass meeting. I hate brass. I hate meetings. Probably makes someone wonder why the hell I'm in the military. Well, it's the job. Nothing like it anywhere. I truly believe I am living out Rhett Sutton's immortal words, touching the untouchable.

Of course, there are some things I really want to be touching right now.

I ask the computer to show me our immediate surroundings, to see how far we are from our destination.

The results hardly make the day look any better. There is a large, long, fully vertical space ship set between two moons.

This is not going to be a good day.

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