“Thank you, sixteen. Let them in.”
Sixteen’s my favorite of all of them. She’s soft blue. Most of the crew are mirrored, but I don’t like seeing my reflection in their bodies. My imperfections.
Accompanied by robotic crew, my parents were one of countless couples on commercially-funded smallship missions. They died in a freak accident when I was young. It’s taken years to return “home” to a colonized base.
The door opens. In swarms animal repugnance—hair, sweat, body odor. Overwhelmed, I cower. Eventually, they leave.
Is it any wonder I steal the ship? Alone in space, there are no humans.
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Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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