She looked at the mess of wires and her face switched from one of anger to one of utter defeat. There was no repairing them. She pointed to a box near them. "That unit needs repairing. We can refit the gravity wells, keep the storm from lifting us away."
It was a very primitive solution by a 51st century technician's standards, but in her 23rd century mind, it would work.
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Date: 2010-08-11 04:51 am (UTC)It was a very primitive solution by a 51st century technician's standards, but in her 23rd century mind, it would work.
"Why you?" she asked. "Why you and not me?"