Maeve leans back from her computer monitor. The smell of eaten pizza rafts through the air.
Why did she need to know Maths anyway? Isn’t that what AI was for?
Looking out the window, the blue dot, Earth, is still visible. It is not possible to make out any of the orbiting space stations. The rest is darkness with stars.
She had begun her Maths assignment two hours previously. Most of that time had been spent fidgeting.
Who needs to know about the multiplication of matrices?
She wishes Derek were online. He always knew how to get her to focus. He’d tell her that if she wants to own the family business, she needs to have a grasp of these things. She has to know what to ask the AI.
All very exciting. Did she even want to run the family business? There must be more to life than ferrying a bunch of old people from low Earth orbit to Moon orbit. Like really, that’s all she has to look forward to?
Turning around, she looks at the body-length mirror beside her. Her hand pushes back some of her long red hair over her black uniform, which consisted of a shirt and trousers.
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