wanted to write a bit more of this setting to bump the story.

Jenny-7809210 hated the way her suit got on long EVA shifts, and after eight hours of exterior hull repair duty the bulky discount vac-suit was getting unpleasant. The O2 recycler she was relying on was as cheaply made as the suit, and decades old on top of that, and she could taste mildew and ozone on her breath and mixing with the smell of her sweat and piss. The rubber gaskets that cinched around her neck and joints got uncomfortable, as did the endless buzz in her toes from static charge bleeding from her ancient magnetic soles. Jenny could look forward to another four hours of pumping fresh, gloopy ablative plating into pockmarks in the starship's kilometers of hull along with several hundred other unlucky crew, before hiking to the airlocks and rushing to her bunk before her implants knocked her out. She glanced at the minimal bits of HUD in her helmet, between the radiation monitor lingering in the yellow zone and the task tracker directing her to the next hole.

As Jenny trudged over the expanse of hull in her designated patch she could hear herself squelching with every step. She had been quick to abandon solid food after being assigned to EVA work, but even taking all her meals in cheap nutri-cocktail didn't eliminate her needs. Two thirds of the way through the shift meant Jenny had a wet, puffy, yellow-stained disposable EVA undergarment taped up around her waist, and she still disliked it as much as she had the first week. Beyond that, even the officers in charge of EVA duty made sure to prod their crews about this particular indignity, and would never consider supervising their workers without a proper, modern vac-suit that spared them such indecency. The officers were such pricks, arrogant 'cause they could afford aesthetic modifications and protective policies, Jenny bet she hated them as much as she hated the nasty EVA diapers they made her wear.
She was pulled out of her fuming by and alarm from her suit. It had detected one of the few dangers it could notice, and was now blaring at Jenny because it detected the deadly wake of radiation from a small ship's engine. Jenny spun around looking for the source, and for any cover, and saw the slim silver shape of an upper deck officer's pleasure skiff wheel over the horizon. From its back end there was the blinding glare of its drive, but she could also see the flash of its sporting laser, cooking off the suits and bodies of every expendable crewman it flickered on. It was still distant as Jenny scrambled into the crater she was meant to be filling in, but she knew she was fucked if she couldn't force herself deep enough into the deep crooked hole.

The narrow, bullet shaped ship passed by a kilometer and a half from where Jenny-7809210 was hiding, moving at hypersonic speeds. As it got closer Jenny got to watch her radiation monitor flash from orange to red, and smell the fizzling and mounting ozone on the recycled air. She tried to cram herself deeper into the ragged hole, wiggling and straining and urinating from fear, feeling the heat straight through the hull plating, until her thoughts lost coherence. In fact, the immense radiation caused a catastrophic failure of one of her brain implants, causing the already superheated bit of electronics to pop. The last things Jenny-7809210 felt was the searing heat as her forehead slumped against her helmet, and the boiling soupy unpleasantness pressed against her cunt. Four hours later her suit was reeled back in, along with the fortynine other corpses that had been Jenny's shift mates. None of them had been hit by potshots, but the drive flame itself had been enough to roast them all in their suits. The janitorial crew that had to deal with this mess in the airlock called this sort of remains snack-packs, because they steamed like food synthesizer hot meals when you opened the package, and if they were mostly organic that's what they'd be in an hour. The sanitation crew stripped off the filthy spacesuits and sent them off for cleaning, then the high absorbency disposable undergarments were removed and properly disposed of, and then the janitors sorted the heavy cyborgs and fleshies. The cyborg corpses were dumped in the inorganic waste system, and their EVA waste was the next cartload after them. Jenny and most of the others went in the organic waste bulk processor, heaped in and left to mulch in the intake macerator. A bit of Jenny's tissue was reused to make a cyber-organic strapon for an officer, but most of it ended up in ready-to-eat food synthesizer meals.