"Tanks. Not exactly my first design choice, for a military vessel, but nobody asks me."
What they do is, they consult her extranet history, her private journals, he rpersonal effects. They look at the remnants of her inner life, scraps and bones and dreams unfulfilled, and they make these changes without asking for permission. And then they let her find those details without a warning; the visceral, unwanted pleasure of knowing exactly what you want, and getting it. But not like this.
On the other hand, the eight year old child in her always did want a giant tank taking up the whole wall, so in the end Shepard had become practical about it; she loved fish, and the tank was there.
"I've got a couple running up on the Station, right now," Shepard shrugs; shcroedinger's fish. Are they alive, or dead? There's no time to tell, "Twenty-gallon tank, a simple little VI set up to manage the PH-balance and food while I'm in the field, it's good. Besides, who keeps fish in a hole in the ground? I wanna see what I'm doing."
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What they do is, they consult her extranet history, her private journals, he rpersonal effects. They look at the remnants of her inner life, scraps and bones and dreams unfulfilled, and they make these changes without asking for permission. And then they let her find those details without a warning; the visceral, unwanted pleasure of knowing exactly what you want, and getting it. But not like this.
On the other hand, the eight year old child in her always did want a giant tank taking up the whole wall, so in the end Shepard had become practical about it; she loved fish, and the tank was there.
"I've got a couple running up on the Station, right now," Shepard shrugs; shcroedinger's fish. Are they alive, or dead? There's no time to tell, "Twenty-gallon tank, a simple little VI set up to manage the PH-balance and food while I'm in the field, it's good. Besides, who keeps fish in a hole in the ground? I wanna see what I'm doing."