Half way through a bottle of rum and on our 3rd can of the night I find myself sitting staring into the black. Solo mining in a wormhole is not for the faint of heart. We're on full alert yet the skies seem quiet and the crew have slipped into their routine.
There I was, sitting in the sensor room with my first officer continually scanning for probes and ships when I just had to slip away. Amazing how solitude is so hard to find so deep in space. We've been in this hole almost continually for a month now. It's a good home and secure. The corp has come together well though our time zones mean only a few at a time are on at any given time and the weekends are slow as everyone takes leave planet side.
The weekend rotations are really sparse and so we've gotten use to mining alone through these times. I've taken a personal interest in killing a particularly large Hemorphite roid that we've been gnawing at for 3 days now. Tonight we've made the most progress and have it under 67K units. This will be our last can of the evening and I'll be turning in, or passing out, shortly.
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