Matilda (Luna, Part Two)
Luna was filled with mixed emotions as she gazed at her damaged spacecraft. On one hand, she was thrilled to have discovered a hidden lunar metropolis and the possibility of a new life. On the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had left everything and everyone she loved behind.
With a heavy heart, she returned to the city and sought out Cybelle. She found her in a bustling marketplace, haggling with a merchant over the price of the latest neural implants.
"Cybelle, I need your help," Luna said, interrupting their conversation.
"What's wrong?" Cybelle asked, noticing the sadness etched on Luna's face.
"I can't go back to Earth. My ship is damaged beyond repair. What shall I do?" asked Luna.
Cybelle smiled, "I’m sure we can fix it. But for now I have a job for you. We have a training school for our elderly pilots. They can get a bit carried away. Sometimes they even forget to bring their glasses! Do you think you could help them?”
A little later Luna was confronted by the sight of a dozen space-grannies careening and swerving through the sky above her head, narrowly avoiding disaster. It was like dodgems at zero gravity.
She realised at once she had a mission!
Matilda (Luna, Part Two)
Luna was filled with mixed emotions as she gazed at her damaged spacecraft. On one hand, she was thrilled to have discovered a hidden lunar metropolis and the possibility of a new life. On the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had left everything and everyone she loved behind.
With a heavy heart, she returned to the city and sought out Cybelle. She found her in a bustling marketplace, haggling with a merchant over the price of the latest neural implants.
"Cybelle, I need your help," Luna said, interrupting their conversation.
"What's wrong?" Cybelle asked, noticing the sadness etched on Luna's face.
"I can't go back to Earth. My ship is damaged beyond repair. What shall I do?" asked Luna.
Cybelle smiled, "I’m sure we can fix it. But for now I have a job for you. We have a training school for our elderly pilots. They can get a bit carried away. Sometimes they even forget to bring their glasses! Do you think you could help them?”
A little later Luna was confronted by the sight of a dozen space-grannies careening and swerving through the sky above her head, narrowly avoiding disaster. It was like dodgems at zero gravity.
She realised at once she had a mission!