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It has been about three months now since the arrival of Simon. Well, I say arrival, but it was really, well, a mess. Things got off to an extremely bad start, with Simon trying to kill me (multiple times, yikes) to the point that we had to keep him sedated for a few days while we built a small make-shift prison out of the xenonite panels Rocky uses. It wasn't ideal, but I wasn't about to abandon the only other person out in space. Is it selfish and pathetic? Maybe. But I do not want to be a killer.
All that is beside the point, however. After we had talked things out, I learned that Simon is from the future, which is objectively, very cool. In his time, however, I sabotaged the very mission I, well, we are currently on, but for what reason neither of us know. My memories are still fuzzy and unreliable at times, and Simon doesn't know anything other than I was the reason the mission failed. Well, safe to say, I am not letting that happen.
So now, the Hail Mary crew is back up to three. Myself as the scientist, Rocky the engineer, and Simon as the pilot. Wowie, that man sure knows how to navigate! He also knows some maintenance and upkeep, and has been repairing the things Rocky can't while muttering how outdated everything is. I suppose it makes sense if you are from the future, and I have asked him what the future tech and ships look like, but he has yet to tell me.
Right now, however, I have a problem. Simon had assumed that Rocky's translator is not changeable, just a sort of text-to-speech program, until I had to explain to Rocky about pianos, which went of a side tangent about their inside mechanisms, and subsequently, other musical instruments. He had seen me explain and put in words, watched me do it in fact. I did not think anything of it, I will admit, I hardly even noticed he was there. I really need to pay better attention to my surroundings when I "yap up a storm" as my kids would say. Did say. Goodness, can you imagine the slang they use now? I shudder just thinking about it.
“Grace, stop being a bitch and spacing off! We have enough space around us, already, statement!” the translator snaps me out of my spiral, and I give Rocky a pointed look.
“No, bad. Corner with you, now.” I point to the one corner of the lab, where I had stuck one of the white boards to the wall, and wrote on it "SWEARING CORNER OF SHAME >>:(((". Rocky, for his part, rolls to it in his ball, letting out a sound I have come to associate as a cheeky giggle. Thankfully Simon is busy making sure of our rout, or these two would be egging each other on nonstop.
“I thought I had removed all your swear words.” I grumble, pulling the laptop over as I fix my dangling glasses and start clicking away at it, removing lines of code I know I did not add.
“Grace did.” Rocky confirms all too cheerfully, carapace swaying slightly side to side, signalling his cheerful and cheeky mood all too well.
“Yeah well, then I will have to put a password on this to keep Simon out.” I say simply, rather annoyed that I have to, yet again, remove swears from the code for the third time.
“Grace being asshole. Let Rocky say fuck, dammit.” the translator chirps, and I give him the Disappointed Teacher Glare™ over the rim of my glasses.
“That's three more swear words, thirty more minutes in the corner for you.” I inform him, and he lets out another amused chirp, turning around in a circle for a moment, before settling down. Almost like a dog. I turn my attention back to the code.
“Why Grace being party pooper, question.” Rocky clicks a claw down twice, and I just sigh and rub a hand over my face, glasses going askew as I do so. It's not like Rocky is a child, in fact, he is much older than me. Still, I had already started this battle, and it is kind of a fun little rivalry between Simon and I.
“I will not have swearing on my christian minecraft server.” I respond, fighting back a small smile at the stupid reference.
“Grace speaking bullshit words again, statement.”
“That's another ten minutes, bud.” I simply say with a sigh, getting much too focused in hunting out these swears.
“Dickhead.”
“Another ten minutes, and I am muting the laptop now.” I announce, doing just that, and pointedly ignore the gestures Rocky makes.