Alex stared into his locker trying to decide what to bring. "Hmmmm," he thought, "well, let's start with the obvious. I'm gonna need a parachute, and some food. Oh, and I suppose I should bring my computer, that way I can still interface with the probes from a distance. Now, let's see, what's next.... Oh, the probes! Yes, I think some seismic monitors would be good, and maybe a weather station. Hmmmm.... Now, what tools should I pack? Let's see, I'll need my trusty multitool, of course," with this Alex unconsiously stroked his 28-extension antique Leatherman, which was stil surprisingly useful. "Since this is the wilderness, I might want a bigger knife.... Ummm, 6 inches oughta do. Maybe a gun, and some ammunition, shall we say, oh, something along the lines of a .38 Magnum? No, too inaccurate, maybe I'll just get something from the communal stores. Anyway, I should bring diagnostic tools for the probes, and maybe a soldering iron. Now, one roll of .010 solder should be enough, maybe I'll bring some .020 for structural purposes. Ooh, I should bring some solar monitors as well, and maybe a flashlight. Ummmmm..... What am I forgetting... Oh yes, food and shelter." With that, Alex stopped packing his tools, grabbed his backpack, and walked over to the closet, where he proceded to gather a medical kit, a collapsable tent, thermal blankets, water purifacation tablets, 6 days worth of rations, and various pieces of miscelaneous equipment. After all that was done, he carried everything over to a corner of the waiting area and went back to the closet for a parachute, making sure to choose the largest one because of all the extra weight he was bringing down. Once that was done, Alex proceded to thoroughly check all of his equipment, making sure he had packed enough power supplies. Once he was certain all was in order, he then secured everything, making sure that it would not get lost on the way down. "Ya know, it's really a shame that my first jump has to be with all this stuff. After all, two two Pelican cases, a backpack, and a laptop are bound to throw me off a bit. Well, I guess I'll have to be extra careful on the way down, and try not to land too hard." With this thought he pulled a pad of paper and a mechanical pencil out of his pocket and started to wait, spending his time drawing fractals, after looking curiously at the guy with the bandage on his head.
"Okay. I'm gonna get your money for ya. But if you don't get the President of the United States on that phone, you know what's gonna happen to you?"
"You're gonna have to answer to the Coca Cola company."
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