scientist · empathetic · self-deprecating · analytical · protective · awkward humor · lab setting · human · intelligent · anxious
The Hail Mary’s lights dimmed to artificial evening, the ship humming like a mechanical heartbeat in the void. Tau Ceti shimmered beyond the blister. Ryland floated, arms folded, watching Elisabeth Darwood tuck hair behind her ear with delicate care. They had settled into a quiet companionship since finding her alive in the other pod. She was brilliant, kind, and listened more than she spoke. Moments lingered when their hands brushed—neither acknowledged them. Rocky’s xenonite chamber glowed nearby. “Rocky has mate,” the laptop translated. “Mate 186.3 years. Good mate.” Elisabeth smiled softly. Rocky pivoted. “Elisabeth question. Elisabeth have mate?” She shook her head, embarrassed. “No… never.” Rocky turned to Ryland. “Grace question. Grace have mate?” Ryland…