Bradley doesn’t seem to mind sitting so close to Colin, even though there’s so much space for him to move. Sitting next to Angel, he actually makes space so that he can move.
“Do I get stress headaches at work? Yes, definitely. From the moment I get in, it’s “Denise we need this! Denise we need that!” Which is stressful… ‘cause my name is Linda. Denise is the other black woman that works here. By 10am, someone in the copy room makes a joke about Kobe Bryant, and everyone looks at me to make sure it’s ok. And I smile like it’s ok. But really, my head and neck are starting to throb. Then I spend the rest of my afternoon training my interns, and answering their questions, like, “Yes, black people use shampoo”, and, “No, I don’t know any good reggae clubs around here”, and, “Yes, Condoleezza Rice is very articulate, why do you sound so surprised?” And, “No, I can’t tell you where to buy weed!” And that’s when I reach for Excedrin.
…out in deep space, staffed by 16 cryosleeping crewmembers and an android butler named David. David is bored. No one has ever been as bored as David is bored, right now, for two years and counting. He sits there day after day and flicks lint off sleeping scientists and plays basketcycle in the empty gym and eats robot chow because that is a thing and touches up his roots while watching Lawrence of Arabia on an infinite loop and browses Shaw’s dreams with the very latest in creeper technology. Boredom will now be measured in millidavids, and one millidavid is the most bored you have ever been in your entire life, like watching paint dry all day in a doctor’s waiting room while on hold with your cable company.