Explosive Decompression
KABOOM!
She kept telling everyone that she couldn’t cook. At all.
But nooo, being an astronaut wasn’t enough, apparently. Having two expert-level skills also wasn’t enough, apparently. ‘Men don’t want an EVA specialist or an acceleration manipulator expert,’ her mom kept telling her.
For the first few years, Heliodora refused to accept it. No, she’d dazzle a man with her wits, with her skills, and sure, why not, with her toned butt. All that zero-g training didn’t exactly leave you unfit and ugly.
Then five standard years passed. Still no dazzling of anyone, at least not anyone who bothered to hang around for breakfast afterwards.
So, now she was, having caved this day and deciding to learn to cook ‘like a proper wife,’ as her mom kept saying.
Adrift, in spac
