With all due respect to the work of repair robots, they are useless competitors that consume resources. These guys are not subject to reprogramming and will fix everything that gets in their manipulators: shuttles, the liner's debris, vehicles, killer coffins…
When your life hangs in the balance, oxygen is left for one breath, the world is in danger, and death and suffering surround you — fly through all the rings!
Either a very drunk, or a very meticulous pilot who wants to get a special achievement in his career would wipe all the asteroids in the area with a bottom of a space shuttle. It's up to you to decide, which one you want to be.
Being able to orientate yourself is an extremely important skill for any traveler. Don't forget to mark the landmarks that are visible from afar, keep an eye on the moss on tree trunks, and don't forget about the North star and your compass. Especially, if you're not in space.
It would be more correct to call this reward "An Ice-Shooter", but it sounds weird. In any case, the fewer unattended blocks of ice of questionable quality in space, the fewer people will be poisoned by poor-quality water in the future. Well, that's sanitary!
"It's a bad thing to destroy the whole garbage collecting infrastructure for selfish purposes," so my mother says. Although who cares, anyway? Isn't that a cleaner robot in the distance?
One can listen to other people's advice forever, but it's much more valuable to think with your own head. You learn best from your own mistakes, as someone said... Or maybe they didn't.
Spying on people is indecent, and spying on dead people is doubly indecent. Probably. The dictionary didn't say anything about it under the word "voyeur".
Properly disposing of synthetic animal corpses, you can save humanity from dangerous diseases and the fertile soil from senseless pollution. You can also enjoy magnificent gore effects but that's not what matters.
Finding and counting dead coffin robots is an interesting and extremely educational activity, although it's absolutely useless. If only there would be the living ones…
A man's palms say more than the backs of his hands, elbows, or navel. If you want to appear a strong and hard-working man in the eyes of others, you can rub your hands to get calluses that will brutally scratch other people's hands when you shake them.
It turns out that if you bomb a liner, the anti-asteroid turrets go crazy. They go crazy by themselves, without any killer coffins' help. That's right. In any case, space will be much safer without them.
Shooting a machine gun is easy. Hitting a target with it is harder. It's even harder to hit a target with the shuttle's plasma guns when the shuttle isn't designed for them.
A spring squeak, the smell of fresh engine oil, the noise of an angle grinder, and the fervent swearing of a mechanic — you can't find all this in outer space, and you never will. But what you can find is the creaking of your joints, the smell of fresh sweat, and the sound of blood in your ears. Space is a lousy place.
