لومړۍ 44 کرښې.
Belters have a creed: The Doctrine of One Ship.
As cells are separate but also make a body…
…so a ship is made from a crew, and a people from their ships.
"…but we did find one more rack of fuel pellets from DeWalt."
"Container was mislabeled."
Good news. I'll take it.
"Got some bad news too. Whole reaction mass tank is out."
No. That can't be right.
I just check it — it's slow, not out.
"It's out. Faulty sensor, tank dry as a bone."
Would you rather die of thirst or be hit by a missile?
"Missile would be quicker."
Figure out how much we could get if we reduce water rations some more…
…and let me know.
"Okay, bosmang. Will do."
"Delay was unforeseen. Nothing we could do."
"But now, rendezvous must change."
"New coordinates embedded."
"Do not be late, or deal is off."
What choice do we have?
[Michio and Drummer's boots clatter on the deck]
Josep…
I saw the new bounty. Try not to worry.
It's not about the that.
I did something.
Something?
Drummer's private log. I broke into it and opened it.
Michio.
You need to know what's in it--
I don't care! If she finds out--
She won't. I put her hand terminal back, where it was.
And you will care when I tell you what I saw.
What, you thought I would forget?
"Mm-mm, not a chance."
"You're upset about a birthday song?"
Of course she kept it.
That's not all she kept.
You tried to warn me.
You did.
And you were right.
But…
I still believe that all Belters deserve to make the choice for themselves.
I wish that you could have been down there on Ilus with me.
In spite of… everything that happened…
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