In an age of rampant computer use, space ships, and sentient machines, you’d think they’d have done away with paperwork…

Carson sighed as he hit yet another ‘See line 152c’ and was forced to scrounge in the massive pile of paperwork for the corresponding form.

“You could do this for me you know,” he finally found the paper he needed, only to realize he’d lost the paper he’d been working on. Ship ignored him –it had taken her months to understand cursing wasn’t a cue for actual conversation– and focused on hacking into what passed for the colony’s mainframe.