Justin Trudeau Investigation Case: One-Way Ticket To Pluto

ACT II: Chapter One - 21st Century ( Colonist Boy )

Planet Rimworld,

Milton Colony,

04 December, year 5501

It hasn't been long since we last had a full gallery of adventures with absurd and illogical sequences of events. We have already learned how to work on predicting them, preventing them, and planning what to do with their results. Marriot joined us a few days ago, which had the effect that I was able to fire Jose as a researcher, leaving it to Marriot, who, according to Dei, was several levels ahead of him in the field of research.

That's what we did. At the meeting we held immediately after her arrival, we agreed on our research priority. After the Yttakin pumped-up go-juice attack happened, I finally understood what Dei meant by the fact that on Rimworld, hard drugs are painted with good but hard colors. It was a price I was personally willing to pay the Devil if we were to prevent what happened to Jose after Yttakin nearly stabbed him to death.

We finished researching the smithing aspects, giving us enough backbone for close combat weapon construction, which opened up several new choices. A machining table would allow us to construct simpler and more complex firearms. I was going to equip the entire colony with automatic rifles, even if it cost me everything. But before that, with Marriot, I decided to focus first on the production of beer, hard drugs, then batteries, and solar panels, before we start arming ourselves. After that, we planned to switch to microelectronics, from where we will go to the production of our domestic medicine and hospital rooms.

During the recreation time, which was about three hours long, from 7 pm to 10 pm, Dei sounded her alarm. I have already learned to recognize without asking what each alarm means. This time something enraged decided to kill us again, because Cassandra is a whore like no other.

"Which animal is it Dei?" I asked, to which she looked confused, not expecting me to recognize the alarm.

"Sir, uhm, I believe it is a male wild boar." She answered.

"How far away is that boar from us?"

"Elaborate on that, sir?"

"I ask you, lesbian woman, what is the distance between us and the wild boar?"

"Sir, will you refrain from calling me names?"

"No. Speak for once, where is that woman? I mean, a lovely pig?" Dei paused after my Freudian slip.

"100 meters from our current position. It is heading from the south towards your colony, sir."

"Was it so hard to tell how far the wild boar was from us?"

"Sir, everything involving you is difficult. You're making my non-existent brain fry."

"That doesn't, uhm, make any sense Dei..."

"Do they always act like this?" Marriott asked, looking at Meyer and Jose. They just nodded, used to my and Dea's stupid behavior.

"Get used to it, there's no arguing against that computer. She's too stubborn for her good. And she finds herself stuck with an even more stubborn fool anyway.''

"Are you sure? Zlatan looks like he's going to cut off his hand at any moment and throw it to the wild boars."

"Classic Zlatan and Dei moment. They are only forced to be close to each other for three months, but they act as if Zlatan married Dei."

"Zip it, Maduro!" We both responded at the same time to Jose, who stepped back, thinking the mechanites would start to think he was responsible for the social brawl, and want to hang him or slit his throat.