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I started the diagnostic running and got out my never-ending work list, prioritized by severity. I grabbed the tools I needed and pulled up the deck plates underfoot. With luck, I could get through the first five jobs on the list before hunger drove me out to kill it. Perhaps by then, I’d have managed to figure out the answers to the questions plaguing me.<br> | I started the diagnostic running and got out my never-ending work list, prioritized by severity. I grabbed the tools I needed and pulled up the deck plates underfoot. With luck, I could get through the first five jobs on the list before hunger drove me out to kill it. Perhaps by then, I’d have managed to figure out the answers to the questions plaguing me.<br> | ||
I dropped into the crawlspace, rolled up my sleeves and got to work.<br><br><br> | I dropped into the crawlspace, rolled up my sleeves and got to work.<br><br><br> | ||
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I was stalled on the third item on my list when Christian came aft to find me. I had my hand on the valve for the fire suppression line and I couldn’t quite manage to shut the damned thing off. Given its placement relative to mine and the lock on the valve, I had to reach past my head and push in as I turned it, and my left shoulder wasn’t up to the task. Switching hands wasn’t an option—human anatomy wasn’t built to bend at the necessary angle to get the job done and there was no room for a reversed position. It was the left arm or nothing.<br> | I was stalled on the third item on my list when Christian came aft to find me. I had my hand on the valve for the fire suppression line and I couldn’t quite manage to shut the damned thing off. Given its placement relative to mine and the lock on the valve, I had to reach past my head and push in as I turned it, and my left shoulder wasn’t up to the task. Switching hands wasn’t an option—human anatomy wasn’t built to bend at the necessary angle to get the job done and there was no room for a reversed position. It was the left arm or nothing.<br> |