A little over a month passed since Cam's, for lack of a better term, birthday. Dave worked for about two days going through the Fortune's Profit and transferring as many supplies as he could from foodstuffs to stripping out spare parts that Cam suggested were compatible with the hauler and may be of use in an emergency. The launch of the hauler from the profit was an uneventful affair since Cam did all the maneuvering. Once out of the bay Dave had to strap in for the initial orbital correction burn which pressed him into the hauler's pilot chair to the tune of about four and a half Gs.
After that Cam kept the acceleration steady to provide a comfortable eighty percent of Earths gravity. One thing Dave had not focused on during the initial entry into the hauler was the orientation of the ships decks. He noticed several hours later that he was walking on the walls and not the floor. Cam explained that there is no such thing as artificial gravity and that gravity is provided by the force of acceleration. Each trip would entail a constant burn to about about the mid point, then the ship would flip over and accelerate in the opposite direction to slow down for arrival.
The long window covering the front of the ship that Dave saw from the outside turned out to be a skylight during flight. For docking, landing, takeoff, or an emergency burn that required a high G load the floor under the pilots chair and controls would swivel upward and lock into a facing forward position. Biological bodies could handle G forces much better if they were spread across the front of the body instead of crushing you from the head down.
Dave spent most of the past month learning how to fly the hauler, watching Earth entertainment, and getting to know his new AI companion. Cam made it clear for dave to refer to her as her. Humans anthropomorphised a lot of things so this wasn't really a big stretch. As fas as the entertainment went, Dave bemoaned how he was rarely ever to keep up with shows he liked due to his trucking schedule. He managed to catch up on a whole host of entertainment that he had been behind on. He also managed to catch up on several audio book series that he had started. For the most part the trip was uneventful.
Cams plan was to bring the hauler and Dave to an outpost in the asteroid belt of this star system. It was not a main outpost and since it was far enough away from a major port she was confident that she could access certain information systems that would help Dave stay out of a cell, or science lab. He was after all the first and only human around. This included changing the haulers transponder codes and ownership documents to make Dave look like the owner and just another hauler pilot.
There was one more large issue that had to be taken care of. Cam convinced Dave to take the remaining hauler pod along with. It had been loaded by the Profit's crew for delivery and sealed so the pirate attackers couldn't get into it. One of the GAU-8s along with other materiale was in this pod and Cam thought it may be useful. The issue with this was they couldn't show up at the asteroid outpost with a pod attached and no documentation of where they were delivering it to. Dave commented that it sounded just like trucking on Earth, can't show up with a loaded trailer and no Bill of Lading.
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Cam had scoured the charts of the asteroid belt and found a decommissioned mine on a much smaller asteroid that was about two hundred and fifty thousand kilometers away from the outpost they were going to. The mine had not yet been scheduled for demolition and Cam was sure that she could manipulate records to ensure that the place remained untouched for the foreseeable future. Actually, Cam manipulating data was the crux of the plan. Once they got close enough to the outpost for Cam to connect to their network, the fun would begin.
So now with a little less than a month until arrival Cam was finally able to connect to the outpost and started working magic. She first had to update the commonwealth registry to provide Dave with an identification file. When Cam asked for Dave's last name to put on the file he decided not to give his real last name. He wasn't sure why but felt that a little bit of separation from his Earth life was prudent so when Cam programmed Daves personal device it would show him as "Dave Jones - Hauler Pilot".
The next step was to verify that the mine was indeed decommissioned, but not dismantled. It had a working fusion reactor that was powered down, a fairly sizeable docking bay that would fit the hauler and the cargo pod. She then assigned Dave as the owner. Under any type of scrutiny the change will be discovered easily, but was pretty sure that nobody would even look in the direction of the mines records for several months at least.
After that they changed the hauler's transponder codes to clean, unused codes and had to change the name of the ship. "What's the current name?" Dave asked. Cam replied, "There is no name, only a numeric designation. Currently this is hauler number 8675309.". Dave couldn't help but laugh out loud and for a moment considered naming the ship Jenny. He then decided he didn't want to step on Forrest Gumps toes and was confident that hollywood would find a way to sue him from ten thousand light years away for copyright infringement.
Dave spent a few minutes testing out names in his head dismissing each one for various reasons. Snapping his fingers as the idea floated into his mind he finally announced, "Murphy's Law. Name the ship Murphy's Law.". There was silence for a bit until Cam responded with "Um, you have been raging at Murphy quite a lot since this all started. While I do not know if Murphy is a real entity or not, are you sure you want to blaspheme him this way?". Dave laughed again, "I've never been in the military, but I know several members of the U.S. Army who have a saying. "Embrace the suck". So I might as well.". Then channeling one of his favorite characters and putting on an absolutely horrible australian accent he said, "Besides, blasphemy is kind of my thing."