There is a feeling of release as I unplug the mouse and then the keyboard. I am beaming a great big grin on my face as I make separate journeys from my cabin with each component of the desktop computer. I present them to Mong in the radio room, who jerks his head back in an alarmed fashion and raises one eyebrow.
The vacuum cleaner comes out, along with a bucket, sponges and a green cleaning detergent. A feeling of satisfaction rises out of wiping it all away; the dust and the years of jumbled files in the mainframe. I polish my bare wooden desk and place upon its fresh surface my moleskine and fountain pen.
Captain's log
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