The Watcher
VEGA ANTARES SAT UP in shock, wiping sweat from her face.
Bright light filtered through the window to her right, over the plans, lines of code and mathematical calculations projected around her on the floor.
She must have fallen asleep. The last two days had been so exhausting. She had been working almost constantly.
She unwound her legs and stumbled to her feet, numb from sitting in the same position. Others would laugh that she liked this empty room with projections on the floor. They liked the trappings of furniture, chairs and desks. Vega joked that it made them so much like the bureaucracies they despised. The governments on Earth, the large international organisations, the ISF, the Council Of Four, all instruments of bureaucracy designed to further the aims of the rul
