She just wants to connect, with anyone. Almost a year of drifting free in the Pariah asteroid belt,
and not one commuter... until now. The transmission alarm sounds, waking her.
She lurches from her captain's chair and peers at the forward screen, then her
comms. Is she seeing this correct? She rubs sleep from her eyes and runs her
hands through long, black hair, tying it up out of her face. "Another mining class?" she smiles, beams. "Finally!" She stands and pulls up
the zip of her mining uniform, the Corps Mining logo half-torn from her breast.
Trousers hang slightly loose from malnutrition. Barefoot had been the choice footwear
option for months. She breathes in and tries to look casual as she gives the
order to open video transmission. The forward screen connects. What confronts her, she could never have prepared for. The woman on the screen is remarkably familiar. Her uniform is not so torn, and her hair is shorter, but there is no mistaking herself.
A cool temporal anomaly story.
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