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October 15, 2007

Jim: Frozen Assets

Greeley stared bleary-eyed at the schedule. “Forty-seven deliveries today and only two pilots?” he asked.

Dora shrugged and stifled a yawn. “It’s the nightmares, Boss,” she replied. “They can’t haul ice when they’re passed out from exhaustion.”

“Don’t those deadbeats know that people will die if we don’t make these ice deliveries?” He pointed at the schedule. “How will these asteroids get air and water?”

Dora shrugged again.

“I can fly a buggy, damn it!” swore Greeley. “Have them load the ice for the Ceres run!”

“I can’t,” Dora said. “All of the comet miners took a sick day, too.”

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