Rimmer sat alone in the control room, pouring over the console and mindlessly checking off his handy dandy clipboard to make sure everything was in tip-top shape. One could never be too careful these days. Any moment now, Red Dwarf could be boarded by a Jupiter Mining Corporation ship inspector and given a poor write-up for having curry vindaloo spilled all over the control board. Sure, they were three million years into deep space but that meant nothing to these people. Theyād find you.
Usually, it made him absolutely giddy to find minor flaws in the shipās setup because that meant he could complain about them to Lister and make another attempt to sit him down for his patent-pending three-hour seminar: Contamination Review to Assess Posthaste or CRAP (he would have to come up with a better acronym in the future) but today he just wasnāt feeling the glee. He wasnāt really feeling anything.
He felt nothing when he drew a red X on his clipboard because Lister left the brakes on during flight. He felt nothing when he found three month old poppadoms scattered underneath the pilotās seat. He simply felt nothing. Nothing but the inescapable loneliness of deep space.
He had thought about it quite a few times over the years. The loneliness. About how he never really had anyone he could relate to since he joined the Space Corps. Or even beforehand for that matter. Growing up, he was at the mercy of his overbearing parents and his abusive older brothers.
Upon being shipped out as a technician aboard Red Dwarf, he was once again lost in the shuffle of his superiors, never to stand out amongst his peers as a gentleman and an officer. And then he met Lister. The one man he ranked higher than. In his mind, that made him inherently better than Lister and he could, therefore, never be a suitable companion because Rimmer had always told himself he would never fraternize with his subordinates.
Lister. He always despised Lister and the feeling was mutual. The two of them couldnāt stand to be in the same room as one another for more than five minutes. Why they were assigned to share sleeping quarters, heād never understood. Not to mention his slobbiness, his lack of any sort of personal hygiene, and his laissez faire attitude toward life itself. For Rimmer, it was all about going up, up, up the ziggurat lickety-split! But Lister? He was content to while away the fleeting hours of his life watching Zero-G Football and wearing his underwear inside out. The two of them couldnāt be any more different. They were like cats and dogs. Protons and electrons. Sunshine and moonlight.
As Rimmer sat, contemplating his loneliness in the vast dark emptiness of space, he couldnāt help but wonder what irritating thing Lister was doing at the moment. Surely, no matter what it was, there was probably something to complain about. He felt the glee returning to his hologrammatic body in full force.
āI feel a new seminar coming on.ā
Lister was good at contaminating things. And maybe, although Rimmer would never admit it, Lister had contaminated him a bit as well.
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A batch of makeup was accidentally contaminated with an experimental substance and was then shipped to stores and sold. When customers began to use the makeup, they are each affected in different ways. Of those affected are a single mother and her two young children who decided to play dress up with their motherās lipstick.
LukaČenko vrea sÄ readucÄ Ć®n circuitul agricol terenurile contaminate de CernobĆ®l, la 40 de ani de la dezastru
La patru decenii de la cel mai grav accident nuclear din istorie, preČedintele bielorus Alexandr LukaČenko insistÄ cÄ Čara sa trebuie sÄ āreĆ®nvieā terenurile contaminate de dezastrul de la CernobĆ®l Či sÄ le readucÄ Ć®n circuitul agricol ā indiferent de consecinČe.
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