On 1/17/07, Eris Reddoch wrote:
> "Smooth jets!" the cabby called back over her shoulder as the space taxi
> pulled away from the dock and sped away. Sharda glanced back at the taxi
> and stood for a minute watching it pass through the blur of the energy
> curtain that kept the atmosphere inside the asteroid. Looking around she
> found it hard to believe that she was 50 meters inside a large asteroid
> rather than in an arcology on a planet's surface. The walls of the
> asteroid where finished and painted, no sign of hollowed out rock. The
> pseudo gravity under her feet was as solid and strong as any standard
> planet's surface, even the lighting was remarkabily like that of a G2
> star shining on a planet's surface, even though it came from long rods
> embedded into the high ceilings. Only by looking out at the energy
> screen at the end of the wide corridor leading from the dock to the
> surface and baring the atmosphere from gushing out could she see the
> blackness of space that was all around her.
>
> What had she said, 'in three, down two', yep, if you're going to walk it
> you better get moving!
Sharda turned towards her destination, taking a moment to adjust the
collar on her immaculately tailored yet (to her) rather casual-looking
and "Vilani gray" ladies' business suit. The low heels on her
expensive yet practical and comfortable shoes made brisk little
tapping sounds against the painted floor as she quickly walked towards
her destination.
The black-haired Vilani woman's thoughts turned towards her current
situation as she moved towards her goal and her normally bouyant heart
sank as she considered her finances. The severence pay that she
recieved from Tukera was an insulting pittance and, even with her
bonus pay thrown in, she would *never* have enough money to live
acceptably well *and* keep her wardrobe adequately stocked. With a
little sigh, she realized yet again just how much she *needed* this
new job.
--
Bob K.
