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"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." said one of the ship's First Lieutenants, loudly sipping from his standard-fleet-issue steel cup, and staring through the starship's viewport. "Not everyone can survive out here. This is a brutal, unforgiving environment. People lose their minds in the vast emptiness between galaxies. I've seen all kinds of people come onto this ship: engineers, doctors, spoiled rich CEOs, social media influencers... they all end up with psychosis. Then guess who's told to straighten them out. Yeah, it's me. They always ask me. Not much I can do though. Most of them volunteer for extra spacewalks. That's where the screaming happens. I guess they think they can scream it out, when they start to lose their minds. The last thing I need right now is another one of you losers having a mental breakdown under my command." He took another long, loud slurp from his cup. "Are you sure you're cut out for this kind of mission, Private?"