2524 hours to cover the 510.8721726 standard miles distance from their last known position at 31.3952617, 121.5592786 to Nago, Okinawa, Japan.I've mad... an error in stating my calculation. The figure is 18.2454 hours. How could I have transposed numbers like that? I am at the most basic level, a computer. I don't make mistakes with numbers.Perhaps I am going mad.THEY ARE 10 HOURS OVERDUE.9.754571428571429 to be more exact.And I have been out of touch with Arti for more than 20 hours. I do not. It's nice; a creature comfort fortunately still being consumed in the late twenty-fourth century. Still, it's not quite right. The replicators, no doubt, are to blame for the slightly metallic, overcooked taste you can't quite ignore. Still, it's hard to complain too much. Since your arrival, you've been accepted and given a home--no (well, a few, naturally) questions asked. And yet you can't help but feel useless. You never had much technological savvy to begin with, and now...it'd be like a. My stomach hurts. All of my blood is now concentrated in my loins, no, even lower. I want to be home. I want to reach between my legs and put out the fire.“Take off the rest.”I will not get naked here.The car flies through the night. He lights a cigarette. “How long will I wait?”My fingers are struggling with the small buttons of my blouse. I must have gone mad. It’s a strange feeling. There’s something magical, exciting about it. And the feeling intensifies with every piece I lay aside. When I. "I pondered for a moment, "You don't think we need to change the route then?"Both Rosa and Helen shook their heads negatively and Ana responded, "No, it's not that bad."I nodded in agreement, "All right ladies, time for the next lap," I called. My announcement was greeted with a sudden silence and a couple of furtive glances around. It was my turn to grin, "Come on, that's what we're here for, isn't it?"I received a couple of tentative nods in response and chuckled before calling over to Rosa,.