arrange payment?

I was dreaming about something I can't remember now when the room service voice woke me up, to remind me that I had only one hour left on my room rent.....I would have to arrange payment for another standard rent duration before the current arrangement ran out, or vacate the premises forthwith. I got up and made my way slowly to the sanitary function area, feeling about like the proverbial forty miles of bad road without a shovel or a spoon....or whatever....not thinking clearly, after the excesses of blowing most of my pay from the voyage on a week of bar-crawling and other even less savory things.....punching the code that gave the cleansing facility a more or less functional configuration for one of the so-called human species, I let water and soap substitutes wash over me for the alloted period, and then looked in the mirror. Mirrors are pretty much the same everywhere, if you can get them to compensate for wavelength....what I was looking at didn't look good....it looked downright nasty. I found myself wondering if more drugs would help, and decided that was a stupid way to think....I didn't have anymore money for drugs....a three day beard, shaggy hair, dark circles under the eyes of the damned which were staring back at me......oh well.....I gathered up my meager belongings and tossed them into my duffle, and made it out the door before my last hour expired.

Which put me in a grim grey-green alley sort of thing outside the cheap lodging that I couldn't remember renting in the first place.....I did remember that I was on an alien space station, and that nano-treatment was keeping me alive in a biological situation that was lethal to humans normally.....the color-coded bracelet around my left wrist indicated that I had about another human day left to live, unless I could come up with the bucks for another survival dose....damn....the slug-like natives who had built this place slid slickly down the alley, ignoring me.....I wondered if I could find a McDonald's.....