Rocinante is broken down again. We set down on this rock, and she gasped and shuddered and quit. Haven’t been able to get main power since, and it’s four days now. Joe’s been working on it, but he’s having to machine new parts, and he’s still not entirely sure what’s wrong.
We’ve got plenty of oxygen and the protein cultures are healthy, so we’ve got some time. But if the old girl isn’t working by the time that Navy boat comes by, we’re going to abandon her here on the surface of Ganymede. Better than being marooned for a year.
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