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It’s 19:08… I need to eat before I sleep, but I need to finish the damage report on the weapons bay… Astin pondered as he walked through the hallway towards his quarters. He’d been dismissed of his responsibilities for the night and was planning on spending his leisure hours doing nothing but creating little realities in his head. He idly counted his footsteps. left, right, left, right, left… right… Did I give that report to Anon…? He suddenly wondered, stopping in his tracks. Anon had asked him to fill out an ammo report. He knew he had finished the report, but couldn’t remember giving it to them. He returned to his station, checked the file, and headed back to Anon’s quarters. It’s 19:17 now… Running out of time to eat… He thought, making his way into the hallway. He found their door, marked with a silver plate that read “Anon (H) | Karma”. He opened the door without knocking, finding Anon half dressed. He felt his face heat up, and apologized profusely for the intrusion.











