![]() She had narrowed down the list, but the top choice changed week to week. Ever since we were little my sister had talked about getting off of Earth. Shelley was the one who was supposed to pick where we were going to go. She shrugs and turns back to her Glas.Īnd having a small personal crisis, I add silently in my mind. ![]() ![]() “Just looking,” I tell the bored attendant. I cut through the tide of travelers and head towards the relative safety of a small Meridian gift kiosk. I knew I was going, that was never in question, but I still felt guilty deciding without her.Īnother person knocks into me as they hurry to catch their starliner.įor now I better just get out of the way. I had put it off as long as possible, not wanting to fully admit that it was my call now. The pleasant voice on the loudspeaker chimes, “Meridian Transit, where will you go?” The time to decide had finally come. Everyone in the Meridian terminal must think I’m a lost rube. Me and Shelley’s big adventure.Īs a fourth person bumped into me, trying to move past, I realize that I’ve been blocking traffic. Even had limited myself to going to Bresser’s only one night a week. For months now I had been saving creds, eating rehydes, working double-shifts at the plant when I could get them. The answer was of course that I didn’t know where I was going. Glancing down at the web of bright red stripes the canvas straps had imprinted on my palm, I sigh. I shift my bag over to my left hand and immediately feel relief mixed with pain as my fingers tingle back to life. ![]()
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