III. Shipyard Pioneer 10 is an American space probe, launched in 1972 and weighing 260 kilograms, that completed the first mission to the planet Jupiter. Thereafter, she became the first of five artificial objects to achieve the escape velocity needed to leave the Solar System. And then, many centuries later, she was given new life by the vagaries of just how damn big space is, and how long forever can be.
And then she woke up. And now she's here.
No part of that existence, not the launch, the mission, the endless years, the dust and vast void, the emptiness of it all ever prepared her to be here. On the ground. In a shipyard. The Pioneer 10 space probe, back in gravity again. What a day.
At least they gave her a little computer-interface to work with, so she isn't completely mute.
"Hello?" She's used to patience, but... this is a whole other ballgame, "Anybody want to explain why I'm in here? I'm not built for this. Literally."
Such is life.
IV. Hot Crewmates in Your Area Alright, well. I'm Pioneer 10, call me Ten. I'm a space probe launched by NASA in the United States of America... on Earth. This is a lot to take in.
[She considers that statement for a moment. No, no that's fair. It's a lot. Statement stands.]
I guess I'm a leader? Somebody has to do it. I'm not really sure how to answer that one, it's not exactly relevant to how I operate.
[She has the feeling, somehow, that that answer is going to bite her in the ass. Perhaps literally, given the circumstances. God, is this what it's like to miss JUICE? She's missing Juice. That's novel, at least. Gross.
Wait, could JUICE possibly hear this? Only one way to find out:]
I would say my best feature is that I have good taste in sports franchises. Unlike some people.
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Pioneer 10 is an American space probe, launched in 1972 and weighing 260 kilograms, that completed the first mission to the planet Jupiter. Thereafter, she became the first of five artificial objects to achieve the escape velocity needed to leave the Solar System. And then, many centuries later, she was given new life by the vagaries of just how damn big space is, and how long forever can be.
And then she woke up. And now she's here.
No part of that existence, not the launch, the mission, the endless years, the dust and vast void, the emptiness of it all ever prepared her to be here. On the ground. In a shipyard. The Pioneer 10 space probe, back in gravity again. What a day.
At least they gave her a little computer-interface to work with, so she isn't completely mute.
"Hello?" She's used to patience, but... this is a whole other ballgame, "Anybody want to explain why I'm in here? I'm not built for this. Literally."
Such is life.
IV. Hot Crewmates in Your Area
Alright, well. I'm Pioneer 10, call me Ten. I'm a space probe launched by NASA in the United States of America... on Earth. This is a lot to take in.
[She considers that statement for a moment. No, no that's fair. It's a lot. Statement stands.]
I guess I'm a leader? Somebody has to do it. I'm not really sure how to answer that one, it's not exactly relevant to how I operate.
[She has the feeling, somehow, that that answer is going to bite her in the ass. Perhaps literally, given the circumstances. God, is this what it's like to miss JUICE? She's missing Juice. That's novel, at least. Gross.
Wait, could JUICE possibly hear this? Only one way to find out:]
I would say my best feature is that I have good taste in sports franchises. Unlike some people.