Malaise Mayonaise
From Infictive
This circuit is really fucked up. It is coated in thick flem like jelly, whitish with a smell of mayonaise...but you know it is probably not something for your sandwich.
The association makes Chuck Crump reach under the copper etched green circuit boards sandwiched in the console and resets some of the secondary power switches. Lights flicker down the octogonal repair shoot.
He really has no idea where this goo is coming from. It had better not be the some technician who is jacking off on indiscriminate circuitry. There are reasons for the celibacy requirements for these long missions and this is a perfect example. Indiscriminate loads of jizz secretly squeezed off in the dark ends up clogging the neruo-support stand-by systems. Rarely used but when they are needed they need to be functioning.
This pus seems to be growing from inside the hydro-tubing suggesting some morphological changes to the bio lube used by the sending units.
He scrapes up a wriggling string of the mayo and dangles it into a thin vinal bag-sack with vacuum infection seals. He lets out a sigh feeling sort of tired and bored. He really does not want to be dealing with this crap. He has a private project that has been keeping his mind focused. He sucks in a breath briskly and tucks the sample into his bag. At least it is an excuse to lurk in the restricted sections of the Bio Lab.
This Hardware crash has eaten most of his afternoon.
