The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Star Force Trump in space...

"What day is it?" Captain Dorn queries.

Lt. Hailey turns her swivel chair towards the captain's chair.

"It's Thursday."

Captain Dorn yawns, "Seems like Tuesday."

"There's a cluster of asteroids coming our way." Lt. Hailey reports.

"Are we going to get hit?" Captain Dorn looks at the screen.

Lt. Hailey gets out her slide rule and taps on her calculator, "Maybe."

"Let's hope they miss. I don't want to test this dome." Captain Dorn replies.

"I've sent out a general alert." Lt. Hailey taps on her computer.

Captain Dorn checks the body cammeras of the mining crew in the Sea of Tranquility.
The mining crew is moving to safty in Moon buggies to a dome.

Captain Dorn stands and stretches.
He walks slowly over to Lt. Hailey in his magnetic boots.
He massages her neck and shoulders, "How about some zero-gravity fun?"
Lt. Hailey sighs, "There's nothing better to do in this tin can."

Reflections~There are plans to mine the Moon in ten years.


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