AutoTerra: Operating Systems
Chapter 4: Dreams
In the Space Ship Thornic 035, there are many large decks that also accommodate facilities for its residents. One of the most needed decks is the Residential Deck.
This deck contains a row of cabins where civilians live. If the special deck where the crew lives is usually separated into the Ship Crew Deck. One cabin can usually contain at least one to two bedrooms, kitchen, lounge, bathroom and toilet.
One of the cabins is occupied by a stripe of creatures with a codet on the skin of the left eye. It seems like this guy's face was once when he just entered the cabin. He reached into his cell phone in the pocket of the pants of a diabolical person and dialed someone's number, waiting for the call to be picked up while one foot tapped on the floor as fast as a jet propeller.
In addition to the Residential Deck, there is also a Hydroponic Deck that is used as an area to grow crops such as vegetables and fruit, as well as an oxygen production and air recycling center.
In one part of the room where the oxygen was produced, a man wearing a slightly dirty shirt and a technician uniform jacket tied around his waist was repairing one of the giant propellers that was a bit stuck. His black hair looks disheveled because it is not managed.
He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after he finished fixing the propeller.
“Where, Bung Suda? Can it go on?” ask one of the staff who works at Hydroponic Deck.
“Try aja nyalain,” pinta technician named Suda it after installing a barrier in the form of strong wire nets in front of the propeller.
“Oi, try starting!” command the staff to his partner who is ready in the control panel.
The propeller engine was turned on and the object managed to spin more smoothly than before which was somewhat jammed.
“Thank you for fixing it, Bung Suda,” said the staff. “If one propeller is damaged, the quality of oxygen produced will decrease.”
“Do not neglect again, yes.” Suda wiped his sweat using a jacket on his waist. “So many watermelon tendrils stuck in the propeller.”
Then Suda passed while carrying a bag containing his equipment, leaving the staff suddenly dumbfounded by Suda's words.
“Cuy, he said there are a lot of watermelon tendrils stuck in the propeller, how can you?” ask the staff to his partner.
“Lah, tempeh. Miraculous actually watermelon tendrils stuck in ventilation propellers.”
“Udah. Already! We'd better go to the boss. This needs to be investigated, yes. Which crazy staff makes a lot of watermelon tendrils go into sono?!”
Suda continued to walk through a series of rows of various kinds of hydroponic gardens towards the gate deck. Right then, the incoming call sounded from the phone. He answered still while walking and occasionally gave a smile to the staff he passed.
“Eh? Hello, Tong!”
“Tang, keg! Tong, tong! Your ass is like a barrel!”
Spontaneous Suda kept the phone away from his ear because of the thunderous sound from there.
In the cabin of the ship, Astan is already urgency. Back and forth while nagging Suda on his phone, occasionally ruffling his pink hair as well.
“Kok can you tell your sister to join as a hunter?” omel Astan's. “What's harmless, huh? You're not worried?”
“Iya…. Worry, anyway.” Suda had just exited the Hydroponic Deck gate, then descended the large staircase. “But, ‘kkan you know for yourself that Arni is stubborn. I'm also sorry to see he was moody for a few days because I forbid him to be a hunter.”
Astan is putting his hair back on. “But, so the hunter is a danger. Physically weak. If so, how?”
“That's why I entrust it to you.” Suda walked through the corridor to the Tram Station. “You rarely take missions, right? Help-help Arni bentar aja. If you do not want to bother, take the easiest mission let you survive.”
“Where is it, Bruh…? I doubt if it's a child so why if I'm a little negligent. You need to embrace me.”
“Yes obviously I have you stuck to the bones if something happens to my sister.” Suda just arrived at Tram Station. He leaned for a moment beside the Vending Machine line. “Not that I didn't know myself asking you for help. Ash, we've known since we lived on a planet. I trust you. Being a hunter is Arni's most desired goal. I'm sad to see Arni have to give up her ideals.”
“Therefore, I entrust my sister to you. Don't take missions often. The important thing is he can feel what it feels like to be a hunter.”
“Ya, already. I'll close first. See drinks in Vending Machine so want to buy drinks I.” Suda hung up the phone call.
After the phone call ended, Astan again let out a heavy sigh. He threw the origin of his phone onto the sofa with a lethargic face.
“You how else, ish?” Astan rubbed his face for a moment.
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A glint of light was faintly visible behind the system panel that several times displayed broken notifications. It was very disturbing, especially for some reason he could not do anything in this dark place.
A heavy growl rang out, slowly a wave of shadows appeared in front. The notification vanished, changing with a pair of glowing yellow eyes in that darkness.
“Back...!”
I don't know whose voice is speaking, but it sounds like a groan full of suffering.
“Back...!”
Slowly the shadow created a sharp silver hoofed hand, shiny when exposed to a flash of light in a flash. And that hand, which was trying to reach him, was about to grip him as hard as he could.
“Back... to me!”
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“Agh!”
Both of Astan's heterochrome eyes suddenly opened, immediately paying attention to the view of the metal ceiling of his room. His breath was breathless, cold sweat soaking the temple. Dizziness in the head also attacks due to sudden awakening from sleep.
Again the dream reappeared. These dreams are very rare. But, once it appeared it actually made Astan's entire body tense up.
I don't know what that dream means. During this time Astan only considered the dream as a sleeping flower. But this is too obvious, too real to ignore.
It'sit's okay. If the dream is very rare, at least mentally safe. If the dream comes back again, maybe Astan will soon find out. Sometimes dreams mean a message sent by a person's subconscious.
“Again..?” hiss Astan is irritated.
Still lying in bed, his head turned to the digital clock on the nightstand at 7:58 a.m. Yes, it is called morning, but during the stay on the spacecraft, the occupants only see the dark sky of space as dominant as night, night, unless someone comes out to Darzia as a life-supporting extraterrestrial.
The standard time set for each spacecraft or spacecraft is a day 24 hours, a month 28-31 days, and a year 12 months. The standard time has been determined according to the average rotation-revolution time of a planet in the safe zone with the right distance between the planet and the parent star.
Although each residential planet has a certain time difference, but the difference is not much different. Hence, this kind of time standard was set for every colony in space. If it is on a planet or satellite dwelling, then the time of the place that needs to be applied.
Two minutes passed by just daydreaming in place, the digital clock sounded accompanied by loud vibrations, making the clock fall from the nightstand. Astan was still lying down while trying to gather his full consciousness.
“Ah, I should not increase the vibration of the clock by 80%.”
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