Sunshine did not want to spend her time waiting for the fever wasps to arrive or the crocodylus and snake to end their fight. Both things seemed to be taking forever. She went off her shift on the spaceship. It happened to be a mundane one as Nine was absent.
When she returned to the real world, she went to the mechanics section, straight to the damaged trucks that had been returned to the base. They had been placed next to the base junkyard, their hoods yawning open like wounded beasts.
She stopped at the first one and got to work, metal clanging under hands as she unscrewed bolts and broke the vehicle apart, piece by piece. Her plan was not just to fix but to upgrade as well.
In the background, alien jazz music was playing, a gift from the lizard repairman. He had not said much to her. He just handed her a recording device and walked away.
