August 27, 363 Moonlight Sun

A terrible brawl occurred among several engineers who were laying pipes in the cave **, and the fat Jeremy. Falken died after being stabbed in the heart by a universal cone, and the base security quickly took control of the perpetrators, but they swore they knew nothing about the accident.

Head of Security, Anderson. Cage threw them all into a confinement cell after the interrogation, and Terry told me that if they continued to lie, Anderson might use waterboarding to extract confessions.

I think it should be so, if necessary, poor Falken, though I don't know him very well, and the last time we met, I had heard him complain to his face about the quality of the wheat seeds in the food factory.

The nitrogen fertilizer volatilized too quickly in the oxygen-rich environment of the base, turning the inside of the factory into a stinking shit shack, and I haven't complained, but what qualifications does he have?

But anyway, I wish him all the best.

It's not worth dying on this unlucky planet far from home for a trivial matter.

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In the afternoon when Dionysus was still shining with a dazzling light, Steven. As usual, Taylor would make his way to the roof of the supply warehouse, not far from his food factory.

Sit in the warm sunlight filtered by the force field shield, lie on a simple sheet of soft nanoplastic material, and watch the distant planet Calypso with its bloated, five-colored rings.

As Cadmus rotates itself, Calypso appears to be more or less the same in each standard, but with different details. Speculating on the expressiveness of the god of creation from an anthropomorphic point of view is simply the only hobby on this unfortunate planet for the bored Steven.

Hideous or languid, devastated or silent, the planet's tyrannical scarlet storm is always ongoing, and the swirling red eye of the storm evolves into a face that wants to talk to someone.

Those harsh natures on their planet that can destroy the world have become the imaginary "chubby-faced" close friends of the boring farmer lying on the roof of the building under the force field more than a dozen light-seconds away.

Steven sometimes thinks he must be driven crazy by the cursed mineral planet, and even worse, the drinking buddies who have heard his story about Calypso.

'It' trying to say something to itself! Steven swears that the unfit 'giant-faced' planet has tried to do so, and 'it' has chosen to be silent to everyone, but is happy to confide its heart only on himself.

It's just that Steven still doesn't know what this 'it' with unpredictable facial features wants to say to him.

"To hell with the so-called technological colonization! That's all bullshit! He leaned his arms on the nano-material roof to the sky, and spoke loudly to his 'close friend'.

The colonial propagandists who put out small advertisements and were full of nonsense really deserved to be hanged en masse! The malice in his heart made up for the hatred that was full of bitterness.

"Nervous again?" Steven heard the sound of a man coming from the metal path under the warehouse, and he half-propped up to find that it was Woody, the miner's technical commissioner, who was wearing a hard hat on his head and a memory tablet in his hand, and looked like he was going to work at the mining site.

The two had arrived in Cadmus a year earlier on the same carrier, and in the cafeteria on the ship, the burly man with a broad waist had introduced himself to Steven in detail.

But Steven never remembered Woody's last name or last name, and he was sure that the honest fool with a diploma from the School of Geology had no common language with him, and that Steven hadn't even bothered to ask about his other unfortunate last name or last name.

"How's that talking, Woody? If two whining sentences is a nerve, I'm afraid that our beautiful clinic of Dr. Pan will be full of complainers. Steven raised a middle finger to demonstrate to Woody, but the good-natured latter just smiled at him.

"The UNDP supply ship has just arrived, and I know you've asked Kevin to let you know every time......" Woody said to him, tilting his head.

"Really?" Steven felt a little excited, waiting for the rotten ship, which should have arrived in Cadmus two days ago.

"Then I'll have to hurry." Steven quickly descended from the cantilever of the warehouse, and in the corner of his eye, Woody was already gone, and he felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't care about it at all.

He spread his steps and galloped towards the high platform of the port of discharge.

"Kevin!" Steven shouted from under the high platform.

"Why?" After a while, Kevin. Riley's head came out of the window of the harbor office, and when he realized it was Steven, he quickly retracted his head from the poking out.

"No email from you!" Steven heard his urn in his office in response.

Before I could ask, he told me that there was no email? This bespectacled idiot who pretends to be a school!

Steven angrily rushed up to the high platform, and when he entered, he found Kevin, the port dispatcher, sitting behind his desk, staring blankly at a locker in front of him.

"You bastard, where's my stuff?" Steven saw that Kevin didn't react at all, so he stepped forward and pushed him impatiently.

"What's that?" Kevin pushed his glasses between his noses, as if he had just seen Steven, which made the latter even more angry.

"My mail! Those private mails on the supply ship! You can't just hide Lao Tzu's cigarette with you in mind, right? Steven said angrily.

"Hiding your email? Nothing. Kevin looked at him strangely and shook his head. Personal emails are all in this locker, so if you don't believe it, find it yourself. He told Steven.

"What's the matter with you and I still being polite to you?" Steven immediately opened the cabinet and began rummaging.

"Ellie, Sheila, Richard, Charl......" he read the name on the package and began tossing the green pouch around.

"It's a little weird." Kevin was just silently watching, but somehow, he suddenly muttered to himself.

"Horses, really not!" Steven said angrily. "Robert, bastard! Did he really forget about me? He gritted his teeth.

"What weird did you just say?" Steven looked at Kevin, who was still blank, a lover of old movies, but now he looked serious and thoughtful.

"The supply ship...... And these packets...... They seem to ...... They seem to ......" Kevin seemed to stop talking, which made Steven feel impatient.

"I can't say it well." He scoffed and turned to leave the house.

"That Malvin, is he at Lenny's?" He walked over to the door and turned to Kevin.

"Which Malvern?" Kevin stared blankly into the void, as if his mind was not here at all.

"Pull it down." Steven waved his hand and quickly stepped down the high platform of the port.