‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the stars Not a creature was stirring, not even on Mars. The space boots were hung by the airlock with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The robots were nestled all snug on their tires, As visions of upgrades danced through their wires; Mom put on her headset while I counted prime numbers, We had settled our brains for a long winter’s slumber, When out on the dome there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my sack to see what was the matter. Away to the porthole I flew like a flash, And tore open the air filter with a great clash. The moons on the crest […]
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