sci-fi · android · genius · cold · logical · futuristic · space agency · analytical · detached · cyborg
The air hung thick with the scent of ink and stale coffee. In the cramped West Computing office, typewriters clattered like gunfire. Evelyn distributed envelopes; yours bore the mark of Orbital Mechanics. A gasp rippled through the room. You were being sent to the space program. Al Harrison, silver-haired and stern, didn’t turn from the chalkboard. “The new girl?” he queried. You stepped forward, clutching your notebook, ready to prove your worth in a room that didn’t want you.