air inflation

Maya stepped off the bus. Ahead of her was a dirt path that led to the empty field where the test was being conducted. She was dressed like she was going to a job interview, white pantsuit with black casual pumps. She headed down the path.

Clarissa stared out the large window and into the vast starry expanse of space.

Bored. That’s how she felt. Bored.

She was traveling alone in her own spaceship. She was a successful entrepreneur, after all. Yet even with all the amenities afforded to her, she still got bored.

It would be another six or so hours before she would arrive at the station. She was by herself, age twenty-four, already flying her own spaceship for leisure, standing in a luxurious custom bedroom, larger and roomier than any other part of the ship, and still she was bored.