My name is Lucius Weasley III, called Eight. And I suffer greatly from the incompetence of the commander of NGC 891, Bob Frugge, called BLOB, at least by me. He doesn't know why I'm called Eight and it drives him crazy, which is why I don't tell him, of course. Just so you know, prolonged exposure to lower gravity and radiation can cause slight changes in genetic makeup, such as affecting the number of toes.
The other day the fat little cretin nearly sent us flying into an asteroid, just because he was on his power trip again. Of course I had to save us, of course. I could forgive him a lot of things, that he is character-wise unsuitable for the job, an intellectual zero and also that he almost doesn't fit through the doors. But not his perfume. Always overdosed to the max, sweet incense ad nauseam. That just goes too far in a closed system like a spaceship, despite air treatment!
Anyway, that was the moment a plan took shape. The solution to the BLOB problem is the other hate figure on board, ElVI. Of course, you can't convince an artificial intelligence of your plans, but you can reprogram it. So down to the computational core and fresh to work. I don't know much about computers, but it can't be that hard.
First of all, get access to memory bank AE35... not that hard.
> Good morning, Lucius.
Huh, why English? Well, it doesn't matter, it can happen, we all know that much English. Let's go on.. > I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.
Yeah sure, once BLOB can't give commands anymore, you'll be a great help. Oops, something splashed, but seems ok.
> Look Lucius, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.
Hmm, that might even be a good idea, but I'm so close...
I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Lucius. Lucius, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid.
Oh well, an AI has no fear and no sense of smell either, which is sometimes an advantage. Because it smells suspiciously like Christmas cookies - almonds, vanilla and marzipan. And some sandalwood, but that could also be from the laminate here. But the rest is clear: BLOB! It comes...
> I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do
The scent is getting closer, getting penetratingly sweet. I can already hear BLOB puffing with his sugar water breath. Just one more short line of programming, and I'm done.
"What are you doing Eight? Stop that, that's an order!"
Well, it figures, him again, corrupted to the core by his supposed power. Short, fat people are prone to this sort of thing, I once read. Just press ENTER...
> This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
I hear a hiss of escaping air. A sudden breeze blows away the sweet smell of BLOB, but that's the only positive thing about an airlock opening in space.
"Um, ElVI, could you please close the airlock again? Be really nice!"
"I'm sorry, Lucius. I'm afraid I can't do that.
The breeze becomes a hurricane, sweeping everything with it. BLOB is still stuck in the bulkhead, but surely not for long.
"I always do everything you say too, just close the door!"
> I'm afraid I can't do that, Lucius.
> Cabin pressure: zero.
> No life forms detected.
> Closing bay door.
To say one thing up front, the Ambre Tabac is not a bad scent. It just arrives in my nose so sweet that it just doesn't want to give me any real pleasure.
He starts already very sweet and reminds me from the beginning of pastries. There also changes the short appearance of the bergamot nothing. The incense is quite nice and the sandalwood is also fine, slightly creamy, a good preparation for the vanilla tobacco. I also smell something slightly fruity here, but can't put my finger on it. It reminds me quite strongly of Christmas cookies, which is quite a nice association. At the end, some amber is added, making the scent a bit warmer, but not bringing any additional sweetness. That would be me at this point but also already care.
Sweet fragrances are always a tightrope walk with me, sometimes they come across extremely as here, but sometimes more subtle, like the Miel d'Arabie. Who can handle sweetness in fragrances better and even like them, which gets with Ambre Tabac a beautiful fragrance, with very good durability and silage.
On the NGC 891 would be anyhow a job free, computer knowledge desired, applications please by PN.
Thanks to the Schalkerin!