A Numbers Game

Cal thrummed along with the starship's water disinfection system, as his boots clacked along the wired grate. The walks did him well, the ship's psychiatrist and doctor would agree. The exercise would cleanse his system of the cocktails (that and six liters of water through-out the early part of the 'day'). The ship was on a 30 hour day, to coincide with the rotation of Heim, it's destination planet. Yellow lights ran along side him as he picked up the pace; running was forbidden in operational plants, but a brisk walk would be fine. It came down to not being a moron and bleeding out in a bay where maintenance cycles only happened bi-weekly. Cal was simply happy his comm didn't ring. He needed a few days rest and walks where no one else bothered him.