Character: Pirks

Then our humanity is only the sum of our defects, our flaws, our imperfections; that's what we wanted to be and what can not be, can not, that is just the gap between the ideal and its implementation?

Although I can be so close to schizophrenia that I feel like anything is possible.

Rather, it would be useful to philosophy than cosmodrome: stoicism, fatalism, and even if the Computer is suddenly incredibly mistaken, something of the eschatology.

Space will not change places with something else like a tree; because of that, we must be in front of him so helpless.

Against the lunatic is best to use crazy tactics.

The atmosphere is the atmosphere: its absence is strongly felt.

Of course, now is not the year of the quiet sun. Dose of radiation is not harmless.

To dress not like in zero-g, leading to a complex procedure consisting of a series of uncertain jumps and messing around with individual parts of the toilet.

Hell began at nine.

Keep calm, keep calm. In the end, what it can do to me? Just think - a small glowing shit. I-what of all this? My job is to patrol the sector. Fuck it to hell.

For days to see your own face, as if etched into the wall, and Willy-nilly to follow all her antics - the classes are not too pleasant.