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// Log 4110: Vacuum packed space food tastes terrible. 
// Story: Space Horse 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	Seriously, it does. The jerky that Delmar and I have been sharing for the past few days was okay, but I'm pretty sure that it was just because we were starving. As for the first shipment of food... yuck.

Also, it seems like the portal isn't able to move alongside the Z.S.S. either. When it opened up today for the first delivery, it appeared beside the impact zone of the solar panel incident, and quickly spat out it's contents before phasing out beside the capsule, on the other side of the station. I guess it'll just remain in the same location or something, and maybe we just receive deliveries whenever we pass it?



Actually... no.

Why?

Don't forget, not only is your self-proclaimed "Zombie Space Station" shooting around the Earth, but the Earth itself is also orbiting the sun as well.

Oh yeah. Right.

The only reason why it didn't spill the shipment out into space was because we're currently able to move the portal's coordinates just barely fast enough to keep up with around 80% of the Earth's orbital speed.

Alright. So... how are the deliveries gonna work from now on?

With how we're currently pinpointing the location of the portal using tracking lasers, the portal will just be destroyed and re-rendered every few days. We don't have the power requirements to constantly move the rendering, which is why we can't move it fast enough.

Oh. Um... okay. Also, one more thing, Ranell.

Yeah?

Can you not send something that tastes like mummified cabbages next time?

sorry about that. We were worried more about how the portal would function with a moderately large load. It seems stable enough, but--

Just get to the point, Ranell.

We kinda forgot about the food part of the shipment until the last second. Let's just say that dehydrated salad probably isn't the best choice to send.

Psh. Yeah. Seriously. This stuff is gross. Even Delmar can't stand the smell when we opened the bag, and he told me that he was a part time janitor as a teen.



As for the supplies, I've already went ahead and patched the place up with them. Besides that though, there's not really anything else to do, so Delmar and I kinda started an improvised game of volleyball using the roundest thing we could find-- a tire. (Though, I don't know how or why there'd be a tire up here. Maybe for rovers or something?)