Thanks to some random orbiting rubbish I couldn’t out-maneuver, I now have a chip in the windshield of the janky time machine the size of a bitcoin. To add insult to injury, I found this business card floating amongst the detritus. Isn’t it ironic? (it’s like raaaaaiii ….). Sorry.

Now I have to decide whether I should put in a claim for the chip through my insurance company, and risk a premium increase for the next 75 years, or if I should just deal with it out-of-pocket. Not sure I can afford either. I’ll just slap on some Gorilla tape for now and see how long it lasts.

Remember folks. Don’t toss your garbage out of the porthole. Hang on to it until you reach the next outpost. Don’t mess with Nexus.