In a ship’s shuttle bay, an ensign with a data pad is staring in shock at the two shuttles sitting in the bay. A commander approaches with a friendly smile.
Commander: How’s the inventory going?
Ensign: We have two shuttles.
Commander: Well, yes, we had two shuttles when we set out for deep space.
Ensign: According to the logs, we’ve destroyed five.
They stare at each other.
The commander gestures awkwardly toward the shuttles.
Commander: Well… obviously we can make them.
Ensign: We made one. We spent all month working on it together, and then we crashed it into a moon.
The commander takes the data pad and reassuringly puts a hand on the ensign’s shoulder.
Commander: Alright, don’t panic.
Commander: Since we’re supposed to have negative two shuttles, we’ll just convert these to antimatter, sign off on the inventory, and call it a day!
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