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Our Lot" Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape, didn't create the characters, and don't make money off it. (Though God knows I wish I did.) Word Count: 100 We work, we maintain, we repair. Do we get any thanks? No. We're overlooked, taken for granted. It's our lot in life. We don't even have a say in what we work on. I'm not talking about our regular tasks. I mean the projects the crew wants to work on. Pilot has many of us working with John, installing something on his module. Pilot explained it to Moya, but the explanation was lost on me; I'm just a DRD. Something to do with wormholes. Crais said it's like staring into hezmana itself. I feel sorry for whoever it's aimed at. |