Maeve
With the aged woman in the wheelchair, she pushed her to a table in the large entertainment room. A holographic film of young romance is playing on the table. It appears to be having an effect, with plenty of holding hands around them.
The film stops, and red lights in the room corners turn on. A siren then goes off. Maeve turns to see the door locking. She looks around. There are no other staff members in the room. It is her time to shine. Her heartbeat quickens. In a raised voice, she speaks. “Ladies and gentlemen, there is no cause for concern. A solar flare is heading towards us. However, once we stay in one of our rooms, which have all been fortified, everything will be fine. This will be over shortly.
The room’s translator relays the message in what Maeve guessed was Spanish.
There is murmuring behind her from some of the dozen guests present. Too many people are speaking for the translator to kick in.
The lady that she has just pushed into the room raises her and speaks. It translates as, “Listen to the lady. She knows what she is talking about.”
Maeve pats her shoulder. “Things will return to normal shortly.”
The film and the normal lighting turn back on to applause. Maeve smiles. Her wristwatch vibrates with a message – Report to the deck of the ship, Urgent.
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