Faithbreaker: переводы

→Shift Officer Denys Duchamp tried not to listen as he walked past the men surrounding the information station; he’d heard the complaint too many times in the last month. The crew wasn’t hungry, not for nutrition at least. It was lack of variety, lack of interest, lack of female companionship sublimated into food cravings. Or so the medicomputer assured him. A third of the crew had been drafted onto military vessels, leaving the men of the mining ship HATTON overworked as well as bored. Boredom was starting to breed a sort of restless discontent the captain didn’t want to hear about. Denys didn’t much like hearing about it, either, but he was the one who had to deal with it.