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HEROINE MOST<br />
Erie stared at her reflection in the mirror over the sink, her mind encumbered with sleep inertia. The<br />
Sandman had eluded her lately, that was apparent, for deep, red bruises marked the skin under her<br />
eyes, their colour a stark contrast to her porcelain complexion. Strands of auburn hair stuck out from<br />
her ponytail, its sleekness lost.<br />
Fuck, I look tired. she sighed internally as she splashed her face with cold water.<br />
Despite her exhaustion, it was a price that she willingly paid for the Phobetor, a spacecraft that she<br />
had worked on for years with the Eudis <strong>Space</strong> Agency.<br />
And after all this time, her hard work had finally paid off.<br />
The Phobetor was ready for the final frontier.<br />
And maybe, just maybe, they would let her man its first mission. After all, she had been the lead<br />
engineer since day one...<br />
Bzzz. Bzzz.<br />
Her daydream got cut short when she felt a soft vibration on her wrist; a sign that someone was<br />
attempting to reach her communicator. She took a quick glance at the screen:<br />
Prof. James Smith<br />
She furrowed her brow in confusion. Why would the Director of Human <strong>Space</strong>flight contact her so<br />
early in the morning?<br />
Maybe it's the call, the voice in her head said excitedly, The one that you were thinking about<br />
just now! Oh my god, you're going to space.<br />
An unusual surge of energy coursed through her body, her earlier lethargy now no longer.<br />
Bzzz. Bzzz.<br />
"Right, right," her communicator vibrated harder this time, "I've got to pick up first. Um-- answer<br />
call, audio."
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