Killin' time

Stone had just walked into Dirk's room, spouted off a bunch of incoherent
babble, and left. "What in the hell was he talking about?!"
He was still feeling the adreniline from hitting Phil earlier. He needed some
way to work it off. Dirk decided to go to the ship's gym and work off some
steam.
It took him almost an hour to find the gym. When he asked Holly where it was,
all he got was "I'm not a bleedin' atlas." before the AI's face disappeared
from the screen. Everyone he asked held a puzzled look on their face as they
seemed to reask his question "Where IS the gym? Do we really have one?" Dirk
found out why. When he finally found it, the large room looked as if it hadn't
been used since it was built. It even seemed like the cleaning staff had
stopped coming in there since the bars and weights all had about an inch of dust
and cobwebs collected on them. He spent a little time cleaning up some of the
equipment that he planned to use.
Dirk stetched his muscles(don't want to get cramps, now, do we?) and then took
his position on the weight bench. He began to lift the heavy bar and weights up
and down, up and down. "1...2...3...4...5...6..." A couple of the female crew
walked by and looked in, as if amazed by the fact that the ship had a gym. Dirk
called out his reps louder. "123...124...125...126..." The girls walked on.
"11...12...13...14..."
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