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your way to Acorn immediately.”</p><p id="a69b">“I understand, sir,” replied Whiskers, “The lives at Acorn are far more important than negotiating for supplies, sir.”</p><p id="9fa3">“Indeed they are, Commander. By the way, yours isn’t the only hamster ship I’ve rerouted,” said Beaks, “Commander Fluffbottom is also in the area. I spoke to her about an hour ago. You should both arrive at Acorn around the same time. I’d like you to stay in contact with one another. It might be prudent for your teams to enter Acorn together. Safety in numbers and all that.”</p><figure id="dc11"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*cZRTLbWTpxFAO9iybssjyg.png"><figcaption><b>Commander Fluffbottom with her officers on either side of her. Beautiful, smart, and powerful — a combination that’s intimidating to some and exciting to others (Commander Whiskers falls squarely in the second category).</b> — Image created with Stable Diffusion</figcaption></figure><p id="4a68">As soon as the Admiral mentioned Commander Fluffbottom, Whiskers felt his heart skip a beat. Fluffbottom was gorgeous. Her fur was the color of moonstone, and just as her name suggested, was long in all the right places. She was also witty, and terribly smart.</p><p id="f715">On the one hand, Whiskers couldn’t believe his luck. Being assigned to the same mission as Fluffbottom was like a dream come true. But if things went sideways at Acorn, Fluffbottom might associate his mug with a dreadful, or terrifying experience. Just one more reason to hope for the best at Acorn.</p><p id="887b">“Oh, and one other thing,” crowed Beaks.</p><p id="3659">The sound of his Admiral’s voice instantly pulled Whiskers out of his head and brought him back to the current conversation.</p><p id="a3a3">“I received a message for you from Petunia Quills. I believe she’s a private citizen on this base. Do you know her?” asked Beaks.</p><p id="e0b1">“I do sir,” Whiskers replied with a nod, “Petunia is the wife of Captain Quills. He’s an independent freight captain and a good friend. I haven’t spoken to him in months.”</p><figure id="2d42"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*QGQMMy4XgBnoQcwf0Snetg.png"><figcaption><b>Captain Quills works in the private sector. He learned how to pilot in the military, but didn’t particularly enjoy taking orders. Once his enlistment was up, he scrimped,

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saved, and borrowed, until he could finally afford a ship of his own. </b>— Image created with Stable Diffusion</figcaption></figure><p id="35fa">“Well, at any rate,” the Admiral replied, “Petunia’s message was specifically addressed to you, so I’ve sent it to your private inbox.”</p><p id="8508">“Thank you, sir,” replied Whiskers, “I will view it as soon as I’m back in my quarters, sir.” After a pause he added, “Was there anything else, Admiral Beaks?”</p><p id="6210">“No Commander Whiskers, I think that about covers it. I’m counting on you, to report back as soon as possible on this Acorn situation. For once, I’m hoping for faulty equipment.” And with that, Admiral Beaks ended the transmission.</p><p id="b7a4">Commander Whiskers returned to his quarters, found the message from Petunia Quills, and began to view the recording.</p><p id="6266"><b><i>Coming soon — The Adorable Explorers — Episode Two</i></b></p><p id="89d8">For more stupid A.I. fun.</p><div id="d4de" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/grey-alien-with-a-pet-hamster-1f71f9f6eb86"> <div> <div> <h2>Grey Alien With a Pet Hamster</h2> <div><h3>According to an A.I. image generator</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*4GK5roglacwfaOFQYudSUg.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="9353" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/for-albinos-in-spacesuits-hamster-holding-is-just-the-tip-of-the-iceberg-708913b19618"> <div> <div> <h2>For Albinos in Spacesuits, Hamster Holding Is Just the Tip of the Iceberg</h2> <div><h3>They also enjoy water parks, eating calamari, and much, much more</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*BlyHJ3igDBQJf4FLo7SG0A.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><figure id="8e40"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*9nWoWV8W8SZK9M0olxlwqA.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure></article></body>

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Space Station Acorn Stash Has Been Silent for Months, so Commander Whiskers Faces Dangerous Uncertainty as He Tries to Learn the Fate of Its Inhabitants

The Adorable Explorers — Episode One

Through his willingness to get his hands dirty, and his tough but fair approach to leadership, Commander Whiskers has earned the undying devotion of his crew. — Image created with Stable Diffusion and GIMP

Commander Whiskers was deep in thought as he entered the long corridor that led to the bridge. Just seconds ago, he’d been asleep in his quarters, when the voice of his lieutenant crackled through the intercom, awakening him immediately. An urgent transmission had just come through from headquarters, and Admiral Beaks was requesting a personal call back as soon as hamsterly possible. Apparently, Space Station Acorn Stash — Acorn for short — had been dark for too long. Damn it, why did it have to be Acorn! Two of his oldest friends were stationed there.

Once he established contact with Admiral Beaks, Whiskers learned that mission control hadn’t heard so much as a squeak from Acorn for two months. All systems seemed to be functioning normally, and it appeared there were still lifeforms on board. Beaks explained that while their life detection technology was far from exact, the readings indicated something unexpected — an increase in inhabitants.

Admiral Beaks didn’t rise through the ranks by playing nice, but he was a superior officer, and Commander Whiskers respected not only his station but the rooster himself. — Image created with Stable Diffusion

“An increase in inhabitants, Admiral?” asked Whiskers “Do you think it’s accurate, sir?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what to think Commander,” replied Beaks, “We’ve had anomalies of this nature before, but they usually correct themselves in a few days. If we hadn’t lost contact it would be one thing, but I’m afraid you’ll have to put Operation Shredded Toilet Paper on hold and make your way to Acorn immediately.”

“I understand, sir,” replied Whiskers, “The lives at Acorn are far more important than negotiating for supplies, sir.”

“Indeed they are, Commander. By the way, yours isn’t the only hamster ship I’ve rerouted,” said Beaks, “Commander Fluffbottom is also in the area. I spoke to her about an hour ago. You should both arrive at Acorn around the same time. I’d like you to stay in contact with one another. It might be prudent for your teams to enter Acorn together. Safety in numbers and all that.”

Commander Fluffbottom with her officers on either side of her. Beautiful, smart, and powerful — a combination that’s intimidating to some and exciting to others (Commander Whiskers falls squarely in the second category). — Image created with Stable Diffusion

As soon as the Admiral mentioned Commander Fluffbottom, Whiskers felt his heart skip a beat. Fluffbottom was gorgeous. Her fur was the color of moonstone, and just as her name suggested, was long in all the right places. She was also witty, and terribly smart.

On the one hand, Whiskers couldn’t believe his luck. Being assigned to the same mission as Fluffbottom was like a dream come true. But if things went sideways at Acorn, Fluffbottom might associate his mug with a dreadful, or terrifying experience. Just one more reason to hope for the best at Acorn.

“Oh, and one other thing,” crowed Beaks.

The sound of his Admiral’s voice instantly pulled Whiskers out of his head and brought him back to the current conversation.

“I received a message for you from Petunia Quills. I believe she’s a private citizen on this base. Do you know her?” asked Beaks.

“I do sir,” Whiskers replied with a nod, “Petunia is the wife of Captain Quills. He’s an independent freight captain and a good friend. I haven’t spoken to him in months.”

Captain Quills works in the private sector. He learned how to pilot in the military, but didn’t particularly enjoy taking orders. Once his enlistment was up, he scrimped, saved, and borrowed, until he could finally afford a ship of his own. — Image created with Stable Diffusion

“Well, at any rate,” the Admiral replied, “Petunia’s message was specifically addressed to you, so I’ve sent it to your private inbox.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied Whiskers, “I will view it as soon as I’m back in my quarters, sir.” After a pause he added, “Was there anything else, Admiral Beaks?”

“No Commander Whiskers, I think that about covers it. I’m counting on you, to report back as soon as possible on this Acorn situation. For once, I’m hoping for faulty equipment.” And with that, Admiral Beaks ended the transmission.

Commander Whiskers returned to his quarters, found the message from Petunia Quills, and began to view the recording.

Coming soon — The Adorable Explorers — Episode Two

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