Tales of the Admins

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Hoodlum reached for his third coffee, the imported Gran Canarian blend hitting the spot as usual. It still came
out of the beer tap in the bar, no one had ever had the heart, or the inclination to look into the anomaly known
as the coffee machine ...
The Dean Uncertainty Principle, not to be confused with the Reactionless Thruster known as The Dean Drive,
which of course, was seriously lacking in most parts of Sirius, states, though very uncertainly, that the close
relationship between vending processes and the their associated machines, is inversely proportional to the
amount of credits you are prepared to lose at any time operating one. It never did make any sense, but
that's another story.
There seemed to be a huge Ion storm emanating from what would have been the direction of the old Sol
Sector, and it looked like all Sirius traffic would be grounded for some time.
Not that much of a problem in itself, maybe the current population would stop bitching and whining at each
other, and actually do something a little more meaningful with their short and ineffective lives.
Pigs may fly ... But apparently the cloning experts hadn't got that far yet, well it hadn't been reported in the
Daily Star anyway.
He reached for the intercom button.

"Cannon, anything further on the weather conditions ? Appears the whole of our sector has been shot into a
temporary black-hole, and I look really bad in that colour. Doesn't anybody do one in green ?"

He made a mental note to have the contents of the coffee checked out ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."