High Gravity

I hope everyone has had a wonderful weekend/holiday. Mine was really nice. I never accomplish as much as I think I will, but I got some things ticked off my list and had some downtime. Good thing: to-dos are piling up as we get closer to the holidays, school finals, hubby's birthday, and a number of other deadlines.

My neighbours have started playing Christmas music, they have the stereo outside and play "Little drummer boy" loud enough for me to hear in the living room. With a month left to go, this is bound to drive me crazy before it's over. If you see headlines about writer gone crazy, smashing neighbours radio with large samurai sword, it's probably me. LOL.

Anyway, I've been working on my re-write of the Embarkment novellas. Here's the new beginning (draft) of High Gravity.
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“Wow. This is a big empty room.”  One of my big talents: stating the obvious.

Adam gave a slight shrug. “The place comes with the job. I never needed it for anything.”

I lived in a set of guest quarters, and it was nice, but impersonal. The furniture, lamps, and decorations might not be mine, but they still existed, and reminded me of an upscale hotel. Looking around in my android boyfriend’s quarters, the rooms were huge, and contained one large desk filled with tools and gadgets.

“Why…?” I closed my mouth around the question. Normal human logic wouldn’t apply.

He smirked. “You wanted to see it, here it is.”

“It’s awesome. Let’s go home.”

No wonder we always stayed at my place. He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced into my eyes. “I have to go to work. You know that.”

Damn. His sense of duty was admirable, but couldn’t it slip just a little, just once?
Adam tilted his head to the side. “You’re disappointed.”

“No… Well, maybe a little. I thought there would be more of you here.”

He put a hand on my back and pushed me out of the living room, back into what would have been a study in a normal person’s world. “There is something of me here. There’s the desk, and my chair, and your broken iPod I’ve been trying to fix.”

I couldn’t even recognize the fragmented pieces. The poor thing must have been hit by a bullet. What a shame. It would have contained all sorts of entertainment and memories.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

My rooms were almost right under his, just a couple of floors down. Going there would normally be completely uneventful, but after an alien species called the Logg stealing the ship and my involuntary part in getting it back, people I didn’t know stopped and stared wherever I went. I hated all this whispering behind my back.
Some of the junior officers treated me with the same awe they normally reserved for the senior staff, and it freaked me out. It was traumatic enough to arrive dead from another time, I didn’t need any additional attention.

We didn’t meet anyone on Adam’s floor and the lift was empty. Close to my door, two young men pushed a broken cleaning robot down the corridor. They stopped and stared.

“Look, it’s them. Told you she lives here.”

“She’s shorter than I expected.”

Adam rolled his eyes and walked over to them. “Is there a problem?”

“No, sir.”

“Then, move along, will you.”

I shuffled over to my door. “Will this never end?”

Adam ran a hand over my back. “Sure. As soon as something more interesting happens.”

The young men were out of sight, and for all practical purposes, we were alone. I pressed my palms against his chest and gave him my best bedroom look. “Are you sure you can’t come in?”

“Not unless you’re comfortable with Laura adjusting the starboard radiation shield.”
The annoyingly perky nineteen year old ensign was probably quite able to do it, but he had a point. When it came to matters like keeping cosmic radiation from frying my brain, I’d be more comfortable with Adam handling it.

He winked. “I’ll hurry back.”

The ship rocked. I stood on the tip of my toes, wanting to steal a kiss, and was completely unprepared for the floor under me moving. My face was about to come in close contact with the carpet when Adam caught me.

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