the smuggler’s bible

Sanyu

The pressure seal is beginning to show faint ripples around the edges. Sanyu skims the back of the box and, under a bright red warning triangle, finds the section which explains that this “indicates an imminent end to this product’s capacity to perform its function usefully under normal circumstances.”

Aha, Sanyu thinks, fifteen minutes shorter duration than advertised. She looks wistfully at the sparking comms panel, then digs in her toolbag, looking for the nine-sixteenths wrench. Guess I’ll just have to live—she begins hammering on the exposed airlock control circuit again—if I want to get my money back.