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If the heavens do ever open up and get me my Dream Job, I think I know what I want my title to be. I want to be "Communications Officer" -- my job would be to know what is going on around the official areas, direct people contacting the wrong area of the virtual switchboard to the specialized areas of help or support they need, keep at least a vague pulse on what the crew and passengers are thinking, write occasional reports on what's going on, and serve as translator, as needed, between areas that need to be communicating with each other but somehow aren't.

I could start at 30k plus benefits, with raises for awesome.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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