💜

He sends a quick thank you to his crewmate before scrambling to the junk drawer for a suitable charging cable. Gosh he hopes this thing has games on it. Not that the laptops don't, but playing Candy Crush on anything but a phone feels like sacrilege. Knowing Olesya this thing probably has half the app store installed with all the ads removed.

He crows in delight when he finds the right charging cord and nearly vibrates while the thing charges to 10% before he can't handle it any longer and powers it on. In true Olesya fashion, the power up screen has been modded to say “Go Fuck Yourself :)” in Russian before bringing up the lock screen which is the Hail Mary patch edited so the ship is a vibrator. Grace has to hold back tears because it's so her that it hurts. Luckily, she didn't set a password so a quick swipe opens the device.

Yao, Olesya, and Dubois stand proudly behind a mess of apps littering the home screen. Grace can almost feel his attention span shorten as he scrolls through his new entertainment options before opening the settings to check the storage limits and cackling at the absurd amount of space she'd managed to stuff into this off brand monstrosity.

The gallery storage managed to catch his attention as he closed settings. It was taking up nearly a quarter of the storage space and he needed to know what the heck Olesya was hoarding in there, hopefully it wasn't just porn.

It was not.

--

When Rocky finally woke up it was to Grace holding a small rectangular device and making horrific choking sounds. His glasses were pushed up into his hair and his face soaked in tears.

“Grace?”

His thumb swiped across the surface of the rectangle and he let out another awful squealing sound.

“Grace?!”

Grace raised his hand in a “hang on” position before setting the rectangle down and launching into a coughing fit. 

Ah, wait, Grace is laughing. Rocky vented a sigh and resettled into a “loaf” to wait for Grace to “get his shit together”. It took about five rounds of calming down and then immediately starting to giggle again before Grace was finally able to at least communicate that Rocky needed his light reader before falling into yet another giggle fit.

“Guh! OK,” Grace managed to croak out. He'd crawl over to rest his back against the xenonite tunnel so Rocky could get a good shot at the screen of the rectangle.

“I found this in the wall about four hours ago-”

“What is?”

“Uh, cellphone. I think I kinda explained it a while ago? The whole Apple vs Android rant?”

Rocky nodded, “Consumer loyalty.”

“Right, this one is specially built by Olesya but the system is based on Android. Overall this is what most cell phones look like, at least when I was on Earth.”

“What use, question? No reach Earth for call.”

“No but this is a smart phone, it's not actually intelligent but it's basically an even more portable laptop. Not as much storage and not great for typing but it condenses several other objects we used to carry around like cameras, notebooks, and even our wallets into one small device.”

Rocky gave an impressed whistle, “So what on cellphone make Grace laugh, question? Thought you got stupider while Rocky sleep and forgot how to breathe.”

Grace stuck his tongue out at him before turning the device on and tapping at the screen, “I found some old pictures and videos from the Project. I think half the storage on this thing is dedicated to the crap we did on Stratt's Vat, she even downloaded a copy of the internal ‘Vatchat’ app.”

Rocky hummed like he knew what Grace was saying.

“Here, let me show you.”

--

Carl taking a break on the couch, he's holding a thick novel and wearing itty bitty reading glasses. Grace is being pinned behind Carl to the back of the couch, it looks like he passed out mid-struggle.

Grace, Ilyukhina, and a couple lab techs trying to teach Armando to dance.

Dr. Lamia giving Grace, Ilyukhina, and a couple lab techs a stern lecture for trying to teach Armando to dance.

Compilation of scientists standing up and stretching accompanied by horrific joint cracking.

A sign detailing the newly instated mandatory stretch routine and chiropractor/physio appointments. A note threatening mandatory exercise is scribbled in the bottom corner.

An incident report about citric acid poisoning.

A notes list of all the incredibly out of date sayings that Grace picked up from the older teachers and the old VHS tapes he played for his elementary work-study classes. (Sometimes the American lab techs would go check the calendar date when he said something particularly bad and then yell "It's not 1997, I checked!”.)