Malrik
By the time I finally stepped back into the overnight quarters at SpaceX, the clock had already crept past midnight. It wasn’t that my shift had run late- work had wrapped up fairly early until tomorrow- the emergency was in the safe zone for now, but after clocking out, I’d taken a detour. A quick stop at the small grocery inside the gas station down the road, where I grabbed a couple of bottles and let myself sink into a quiet drinking spree for a while.
I’d wandered on foot into the mountainous area alone, downing two bottles of whiskey- yes, two bottles. My animal side allows my body to burn through alcohol faster than humans, thanks to a metabolism that works overtime. Toxins didn’t linger long in our system unless we made a real effort to keep them there- hence the two bott
