Every time she typed in her airlock code, she made me look away, I wasn't allowed to know it. Which is fair enough, sure, but as I always told her, her code was fifty digits long, I could hear her button presses, and there was no way I could memorise that. She'd laugh it off.
She wasn't laughing when we were running from the invading pirates, as she dragged me along, my blood spilling with every step.
I tried to tell her my code, but she typed in 4 numbers and opened the airlock.
'Restart' was one of the buttons.
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