Snippet #955585

Waking up in the Library would normally be sort of romantic. The endless voids of space, almost perfect save for those damn intrusions, stars. Kyri imagined space worked very hard to be a perfect hue of black, everything strove to be perfect, but like a diamond, the imperfections made it all so valuable.

Circling one of those tiny little dots was a place they were headed. They had no idea where it was or what it might be like, but they were intent to find it.

Ah the Ambition of man.

"No one came looking for me? A billion dollar project and they let a kid just sleep outside their dorm?" Kyri was suddenly deeply sickened. She walked, disheveled looking and with the disgusting "morning taste" in her mouth, to good old room 4, seeing everyone else was already eating breakfast.

She opened the door to a sort of relief, her alarm was buzzing and a faint red light was flashing, to indicate that she wasn't in her bed at the appropriate time. Admittedly, no one seemed to care, and as she sat down on her bed the light stopped. Eery.

Attempting to freshen up and just get the taste out of her mouth, Kyri was soon enough flitting through the door of the cafeteria, scooping up a tray with all the giddiness to mark her from a mile away as a morning person.

The people hardly interested her, admittedly their choice of food would say something deeply subconscious. Was that girl eating a salad from a deep love of leafy greens? From some misplaced idea that they might be healthy? Fear of the quality of cooking on the ship? A deeply hidden family secret due to having her DNA spliced with that of a bunny?

Such intriguing ideas, Kyri started to hold up the line from simply staring, before being asked to move in the most polite way Western society had deemed appropriate, "clearing ones throat"

How such a grotesque occurrence was considered polite was odd. The idea of politeness itself was hardly present in the natural wor-

Is that reconstituted powdered egg substitute? Delish!