As exciting as it seemed, space was..pretty boring. You just kinda floated around for months on end and collected data that you had already presumed you would find.

Vi wasn’t a fan, but at the same time, she loved it. Being an astronaut was her goal since she was a little girl, and the fact she was working for NASA was a dream come true. She made sure to make every moment of it, even if that was just staring out the windows of the shuttle, down at earth in all its beauty.

Vi was actually pretty well known, considering people on social media raved about her looks. It boosted her ego a bit, but not enough to make her some self-absorbed bastard. It was cheeky, really.

It also wasn’t often she heard a new voice. Her crew mates were the same every time, the operators from the head quarters were all the same, so she was a bit shocked when she called in this one day. (Well, day on earth, that is).

“Houston do you copy?” Vi said in a bored tone into her mic, typing some info into a high-tech computer she was assigned to. When she didn’t hear anything back, she clicked her mic again, “Houston, do you copy?”