Captain McLarwood stood at the bridge of his spaceship looking at the screen at the far side of the room. It displayed the view ahead. He like to stand here and watch the infinite emptiness of space. Around him the crew was doing their job perfectly. He hardly ever had to tell them anything. He walked back to his seat and sat down. The computer screen asked if he would like anything to eat or drink, it was programed as a servant and had no real practical function apart from keeping the captain comfortable. It was, perhaps a bit to intend on this thought McLarwood as he asked it for a soda. He had gained almost 15 pounds on his once lean body since the beginning of this mission one year ago. At least his crew wasn't going the same way, this was a luxury for captains only. The real reason the servant computer was there was so a captain would not have to leave his post during any dangerous situation, but it had no off function and was always offering.
He took a large drink from his soda and returned his stare to the screen. He was just about to leave the bridge and take a nap in his quarters when...
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