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Wearing a steady path around the room, Marion continued to pace as he tried to sort out his latest project. He’d spent the last couple of weeks trying to design a robot. Not just any run-of-the-mill robot, but something revolutionary. Something that could move with ease, that was intuitive, that was indestructible. He’d been drawing up plans, and researching models for the better part of a month. But everything was too slow, the wiring was wrong, just something wasn’t right. Jason had long given up on him, frustrated with Marion’s noncommittal hums, and absent nods. Watching some trash television, the biobot was lulled into a sense of complacency when the intercom blared to life. With nothing better to do, he started to listen to the Captain’s speech before he noticed that Marion was still lost in thought, oblivious to the Captain’s message. Mentally rolling his non-existent eyes, Jason remotely opened a valve in the wall that propelled a strong jet of air straight into Marion’s face. Just as Jason saw Marion’s face crease into anger, he shut off the valve. [color=FFFF00][b] “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you just listened to the Captain instead of travelling through space.” [/b][/color]

At Marion’s eye roll, Jason felt the familiar stab of envy for his brother’s human-ness. And Jason’s distinct lack of it. Oblivious to his brother’s inner turmoil, Marion tried his best to tune into the rest of the Captain’s speech. When he heard the prize for bringing the Captain her birthday present it suddenly clicked in his head that today was the Captain’s birthday. [color=B22222][b]”Oh shit! It’s her birthday isn’t it?”[/b][/color] 

Waving his hand in front of his face, Marion forestalled any of Jason's attempts to poke fun of him. [color=B22222][b]” Yeah, yeah I know! What planet am I living on? Stop travelling through space.”[/b][/color] With a mock salute at to Jason, he made his way to the lab door. Due to the nature of his work, and, well, him being essentially a recluse, Marion’s lab/room was in a pretty deserted area.  It was far enough from the main part of the ship that, despite what sounded like a major, chaotic party, none of the sounds from the Captain’s bash made its way to his quarters. 

The first thing Marion noticed when the narrow corridors opened into the bridge, was the portal. It was massive and strangely sinister. Like a maw waiting patiently for its prey, the portal’s passivity was unnerving. This was the last known sighting of many, many, ships. This was probably the last thing thousands of people had seen. And that was vaguely terrifying. Shaking off his own thoughts, Marion made his way to the small knot of people. He recognized the usual group around the captain. He gave a nod to them all in greeting as he joined the ranks around the Captain.
[color=B22222][b]”Happy Birthday Captain. I sure hope it’s not the last one.”[/b][/color] He smiled slightly to let everyone know he was joking.