[h2]UV 500,000.1:23/January 1st 7000AD 1:23am[/h2] 

Inside a escape capsule moving about 3mph in a asteroid field, Oil is just waking up from a self induced nap from boredom. Oil has been bouncing around in a asteroid field for about a week hopelessly being unable to escape. Communications are fried like the bottom of Oils leather boots from running across molten metal of another ship's floor, that had just been cooked by waffle iron shaped feet of a security robot. There were "signal spears" that the escape pod was equipped with and oil had used up 3 of 5 of them. The capsule's dashboard displayed logs of its travels, system information, remaining power, air, ect. 

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Dammit! DAmmit! DaMmIT!" smashing the side of the ships dashboard with the bottom of ITs fist. Oil crouched forward in ITs seat holding face in hands. Not a second later Oil aggressively stood up ran to a gun on the ground and booted it. The metal thrower skipped, skidded, and made small sparks on the way to the opposite end of the room. The gun's cheap metals made for a captivating display when smacked against metal, which Oil was fond of doing when given the chance. Oil huffing recalled times of walking down hallways of large space stations and grinding his guns on the walls. Oil left many long trails following ITs travels and now if IT were to stay in this asteroid field, the vandalism fees  were never going to be payed for. Oil pulsated less and started to accept a possible fate that IT might have to eat more than the things in the ship IT thought, but maybe the ship itself and then the asteroids! - (consume the everything)
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