Excerpt: 24-7-365

My job? I fix things. No, I don't repair things, I don't make broken things work again. I fix problems. I am a trouble-shooter. And around here, there is a lot to shoot at.

Here is a low-orbit space station, dedicated to The Party. The Party never, must never, end, and I do my best to be sure it doesn't so much as pause.

Today, it seemed, I would have to do so pants-less. It was time to go.