"Ashley, could I give you a last name?" Sammy said, dismantling the barriers blocking the reactor. "Yes, there is a last name input.", "Could I set your last name to Thompson?". The computer purred gently as Sammy carefully took down the reactor, "Name: Ashley Thompson, voice: female. Would you like to customize the middle name?", "She never told her middle name...". "What?", "Nothing, I do not wish to customize the middle name. Set a course for the vault.", "Course added.".
When Sammy finally took off her EVA suit, she was exhausted. The reactor might have been about the size of a baseball bat, but it was at least three times as heavy. She was one step closer to somewhat permanent safety and comfort.
Journal entry 3: Okay, so I did some poking around the nuclear reactor, (I would say that I'm on some FBI watch list now, but nobody is there anymore to watch) and I found that although a couple replaceable tubes and stuff broke, but overall, everything's fine. (Sigh), I miss Ashley...
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Science FictionHaving your first and last kiss with the same person sounds like an obvious situation, high-school sweethearts fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after, right? For 16-year old Sammy Anderson, it's puzzlingly different.*** ***When eart...
