Olaf peeled the sticky electrodes from his forehead, detached the tubes from his abdomen, and yanked a further three mucus covered pipes from his throat. The long commute to work was over, and now he could eat and breathe for himself.
Pulling himself out of his chair, Olaf discovered he was sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids, as usual. There was just enough time for a quick shower while the ship auto-docked. Heavy traffic in the Procyon System had made him a few decades late, and he knew that Mr. Honcharenko would want to see him before the end-of-century meeting.
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