- clear separation between sections (not everything packed tightly together)
- consistent spacing margins/padding
- better hierarchy (important items stand out)
- improved readability (less visual clutter)
The very random ramblings of a non-natal woman trying to make her way through the world. What will I post? Who knows? You may get opinions on the news, short stories I have written, or I may even serialize a novel I am working on, time will tell.
Tuesday, July 28, 2026
A bit random today 7-28-2026
Monday, July 20, 2026
Updates 7-21-2026
Not too sure how long this will be as unlike my normal of start writing on Saturday and add bits in here and there until Monday evening, I am writing this at 18:35 on Monday 😕
The job search is moving along still. I won't bore you with how many resumes I have sent out but suffice it averages 5 a day. I have been amazed how many scams hide in regular job postings and equally surprised that the bulk of them are on Linked in. I have had immediate responses asking me for my social security number and banking info--no I did not fall off the turnip wagon yesterday so I can see a scam. I have had two places that listed as admin positions turn out to be "travel agency" places that want you to listen to a job pitch that is exactly like a time share sales pitch. I had some wack a doodle call me at 18:30 on a Tuesday saying she got my info from Linked in and wanted me to sell insurance...she was not happy that I had seen their ad on a job board and looked them up as it sounded shall we say fishy? Found several forums that the over all sentiment of the posters was "RUN! DO NOT ENGAGE JUST RUN!" I have not heard back from her. Had one in my spam bin this morning that like several others used a legit company name, even had an address that when put into Google Maps showed the address to be a ranch house on a lake in Missouri and not in fact a pharmaceutical company out of California--scammers are dumb to me as it takes me just a few minutes to verify, and the Gmail return addresses don't help them any 🙄
I am taking some marketing classes online that will in a few days give me a certification to add to my credentials. From there will probably be an SQL class as a lot of admin work asks about SQL experience so a cert in that can't hurt anything. I've had a few suggestions about home inspections and real-estate sales, but the problem with both of those is they are time and money intensive--not to mention I backed out of the idea of home inspections entirely when I fell through a floor last year and broke two ribs. So I am hoping to line me up a nice office job or a work from home admin or project manager job.
I have the issue that my experience level causes job boards to recommend Director, Senior, or VP, roles that just don't get past a person and I think it is because of my job having mostly been blue collar. For 33 years I have done project management as that is all maintenance really is, but getting an executive recruiter or an HR manager to see that is not easy.
I've been working a bit on my photography of late, trying out some things and working toward a new portfolio.
I have signed up to make some User Generated Content (UGC), which sounds fairly simple and straight forward...it is not, but I currently have the time to invest and there is a potential for it to actually make close to if not what I was making before so no harm in trying it. So far the only outlay is time experimenting and building a portfolio site--still building actually.
Basically I am spending my days hustling and trying to get out of the physically demanding blue collar world, away from being assaulted, threatened, falling through floors, having to climb 40 foot ladders to get onto roofs, etc. If anyone has ideas on how I can parley my experience into something safer feel free to let me know, and my experience is up on my main website so you can always be a bit nosy and see if you think of something I have not.
Maura Out
― Cree Prophecy
Saturday, July 11, 2026
I issues I see in the job market
| I snapped this myself while out walking and considering my next moves. |
I think it is safe to say that looking for a job is not something anyone does for fun. It is also well known that the current market is exceptionally frustrating for job seekers. According to USAfacts.org as of May of 2026 there are 7.59 million jobs open in the U.S. Of those 6.2% are professional or business services and this comes as no surprise to me as I myself am hunting for a job and the amount of Senior and Director positions listed are staggering. According to Stlouisfed.org as of June of 2026 the U.S. unemployment rate is 4.2% or approximately 7.09 million people.
Now come the caveats that most people miss when they hear these numbers: unemployment does not count those who stopped looking, or have enough of a safety net to be missed in the counting. We also have the issue that there are loads and loads of “ghost jobs” and "Scam Postings"in the open classification. If you are unfamiliar with the term “ghost job” those are jobs that are posted by companies but the job actually does not exist most likely to make the company appear to be growing when it isn't. Scam Jobs–I have gotten six out of 33 I have applied to so let's anecdotally say 20%–are postings for say "Acme Toon Supplies" and 12 to 24 hours later you have an e-mail or text from an energy sector or renewable something wanting you to install Telegram, or Signal, then supplies a phone number to contact a "Hiring Manager" via those apps. I was neither born yesterday nor last-night, and have been online since my first email address ended in swbell.net and have some–albeit old–cyber security training so I can see a scam, and no one hires someone in 12 to 24 hours. Now sometimes companies post a jobs because they know someone is coming up on retirement, or it is a high turnover position, but if the retiree does not in fact retire or the people in that high turnover role decide to tough it out and stay, the listing is counted, but like a ghost job there is no actual job for the people trying to get it. I have also found a lot of jobs listed that when you go to apply you get a message that the position is closed because someone forgot to pull the listing down–again inflating the numbers.
No matter what though if every unemployed person were to be hired right now or even tomorrow we would be left with half a million open jobs, and as much as that is an issue for companies it would be great for workers as they could feel more empowered to leave bad employers.
So why is it so hard for people to find work right now since we have more openings than unemployed people? To me it is multifaceted, we have bots or AI crawling resumes now and both make mistakes so a lot of qualified people are probably being rejected by mistake–check the lawsuits on AI and bots in recruiting that are currently ongoing. We have companies turning record profits, with their owners and C-suite execs (C-suite is all the people whose titles start with the letter C like CEO, COO, CFO, etc) raking in major dividends, but have you looked at what they are offering as starting wages? I have seen postings requiring a Bachelor's degree that only offer $18 an hour, that’s a bring home of about $540 a week. The job descriptions occasionally read like they want to hire one person to do three people's worth of work. Then you get the ones where it is obvious they are trying to move someone inside the company into that position as they require years of experience with proprietary software or internal information channels. Job postings also read like a list of buzzwords, acronyms, and industry jargon, not to mention I have seen recipe blogs that were easier to find the recipe in than to find the “required qualifications”–seriously why not lead with that? We don’t need to hear how your company was started by two orphan sisters selling bars of handmade soap along the river in 1898, and how in the 128 years since the company still keeps their core values…and who is proofreading these postings, I make fewer typos and seem to have a better grasp of sentence structure and comma placement! The other issue is what I call “degree inflation” where a company requires a bachelor’s degree for jobs that really don’t need one–usually evident by the aforementioned low starting pay tied to these degrees.
Then we get the white collar vs blue collar divide. Which brings the degree inflation into stark reality because as I mentioned there are a lot of jobs posted that do not actually need a degree, but they require one; why? Is it to keep out the people like me for whom experience has been my teacher? I come from a building maintenance background where I worked my way up to management, and let me tell you it is front facing customer service at its core. It involves resolving issues in real time, maintaining vendor management, scheduling crews, submitting proposals, requesting quotes, requesting proposals for stuff beyond your crew’s abilities, and a lot of data entry. Clear concise communication is at the forefront of keeping customers happy, and you get a lot of experience in that. From this I have great people skills, computer skills, time management, and the ability to shift gears and refocus myself and my teams. To me these skills translate well into many other areas of business administration and customer service, but the problem is bots, AI, and even people don't see that on resumes. All they see is blue collar attributes and they aren't taking the time to consider how those attributes cross over to being in an office. How many people like myself who have been forged in the fires of in person client facing customer service are overlooked because they haven't sat at a desk eight hours a day and done the exact same thing?
In what I hope to be my former field of work, I had to deal with tenants who had flooded kitchens because something broke loose, or who had eight inches of sewage in their basement, and if you want a rightfully confrontational client they had every right to be upset, but it was my job to get them calmed down, my team in, and make things right. Building maintenance is a carefully choreographed dance between proactive and reactive tasks. It means talking someone through how to light a pilot on a furnace or a water-heater at six in the morning on a Saturday, during a snowstorm. It involves working around pets that want to stick their noses into what you are doing. It meant explaining why something happened to a client in such a way they can understand and not feel blamed–even if they actually caused the issue.
It meant the patient teaching of technicians sometimes from the other side of the city via phone, text, pictures and video, when they were in over their heads, but had to fake their way through it to get the job done. Keeping seven people with a diverse set of skills on task, on time, and busy; while knowing each of their strengths and weaknesses. Keeping track of their purchases, ensuring they were getting the correct parts for the task and that those parts were billed to the correct property. It meant training them against harassment, to use their safety gear, how to use new equipment, or just refreshers on equipment that wasn’t used as often. It meant tracking inventory be it consumables or assets such as major tools or the company van, from shelf or shop, to a technician, and back into the system again if it wasn’t a consumable, all while billing that time and wear to the correct property. So there are tons of things that algorithms and even people fail to see in a lot of blue collar people's resumes and thus the divide.
In the end how are we going to fix this? Employers could stop posting ghost jobs. Job boards should have a better way to report scam posts. Hiring managers could make postings easier to read by getting to the point quickly. Stop asking for degrees where they aren’t needed. Actually pay a living wage and post a realistic pay range on the job, if you only want to pay $26 an hour then don’t post $26 to $46 an hour and waste the seeker's time when their experience is worth $45 an hour. And employers need to become more familiar with blue collar jobs and maybe look for the person who has been in the weather for 20 years, has valuable skills and insights, and would like to spend the next 10 to 20 years inside at a desk because their body is done with the physical abuse it has taken for those 20 or more years.
Maura out
Friday, July 3, 2026
I've read too many job descriptions
Okay, the job search is moving along but with all the postings I have been reading I decided to have a little fun this week, and let me know if you find the Easter Eggs!
Technical Sorcerer LLC
Job: Junior Apothicarian
Technical Sorcerer LLC (no affiliation with Tactical Sorcerer Inc.) founded in 369 bce has been bringing customers the fortune and Karma they seek from the very beginning. We make it our mission to continue in our long tradition to enhance the lives of our customers. Our founder Nicolas Flemmel has been at the forefront of wizardry for 2,396 years in an ever growing and competitive market.
Technical Sorcerer LLC currently holds 85% market share worldwide and expects demand to continue well into the next century. We operate on a customer-centric business model bringing our consumers the magical gains that they need in their life via spell-craft, necromancy, and acting as an intermediary between them and the realm of the Yōkai.
Currently Technical Sorcerer LLC is looking for an entry level witch, warlock, or wizard to join our SEO (Spell Enchantment & Oracle) team. We are seeking a dynamic individual who can work in both a multi-layer distributed team setting or in a remote solo environment.
As part of the coven your role will be
- Casting love spells
- Casting curses and hexes
- Turning enemies into frogs, lizards, etc
- Shortening individuals strings of life or cutting them
- Ensuring Karmic backlash happens
- Ensuring the Yōkai are paid when outsourcing to them
- Keeping your craft area clean
- Filing proper PO's for ingredient replenishment
- Filing monthly expense reports
- Tracking your budget
- Billing customers (including appropriate sales taxes)
This list is in example and should not be considered exhaustive other duties shall be issued as needed
What you will bring
- Candidates should have a bachelors in spell-craft or necromancy (masters preferred)
- Must have an up to date Clean Cauldron Certification
- Steel toed boots
- Shall have a 3.0 or better in Cauldron Thermodynamics 201
- Need to have seven plus years of spell-casting experience
- Should be able to prove a progressively dynamic customer appreciation for at least three consecutive years
- Must provide their own Dybbuk box companion
- Must have their own wand
- A tarot deck or three
- A crystal ball or other instrument(s) of divination
- The right candidate will also supply their own unicorn
What we offer
- We offer Health, Dental, and Vision coverage paid 100% for employee and minor dependants
- For end of life care we have at no cost necromancy retrieval by one of your fellow employees–someone you know cares about you
- Free doughnuts in the break-room everyday!
- No cold calling
- Warm leads (customers really do come to you!)
- A hybrid work environment 2 days in the office 3 work from anywhere
- Your own webpage
- Cauldron loan forgiveness after seven years of employment
- Generous 10% match on your 401k
- 17 paid holidays each year (this includes solstices and equinoxes)
- 15 paid vacation days after the first year
- 5 paid sick days after your 90 day probationary period and they roll over to a maximum of 13
- 80% tuition reimbursement for job related classes
This is a swinging shift and employees must be able to work on the full and new moons. Also you will be on call one week in 13.
Technical Sorcerer LLC is an equal opportunity employer. We do not discriminate for religion, gender, gender identity, gender expression, sexual orientation, disability, or any other legally protected category.
This job is open only to residents of the United States, we cannot accept work visas nor shall we sponsor a work visa. Applicants must pass a background check and a drug screening as we do fulfill government contracts.
Accepting employment constitutes a binding magical contract, please read our privacy policy and our terms of employment before submitting your resume for what has been bound cannot be unbound!
Monday, June 29, 2026
Eve and the HMS Bounty
Eve sat at the controls of her shuttle, it was small, like really small for spaceflight being the same size as a first generation Volkswagen Type Two. It was capable of traveling through folded space though and because of its size it had two big advantages: it made no detectable wake exiting fold space, and it barely showed as anything more than space debris on scanners. It was absolutely black, or as Professor Tolkien once wrote “as dark as a patch of midnight that had never been cleared away.”
She exited fold space after she had been traveling for three days at the edge of the Didactic star system. Her targets on this mission were both at the Dida orbital shipyard of an outer planet in the system. This was the point where some of her jobs got really boring though as to make her approach quietly, meant cutting her engines off and letting momentum bring her in as unnoticed as any piece of space debris usually is. She would just sort of float close to the shipyard, but it would take thirty hours just to get close.
Eve spent her time ensuring her weapons were ready, preparing her jumpsuit, charging her electronics, eating, and sleeping, up until an hour before perigee. With an hour left she suited up, turned the atmospheric controls to evacuate the cabin much like an airlock before exiting, and once the cabin was atmosphere free she opened the side door and kicked herself out of her ship toward the shipyard at the exact moment of perigee. Her free float took almost twenty minutes before she was close enough to engage her suits thruster pack without risk of being seen.
She landed on the surface of the newest Octavian dread naught without a sound. The ship was set to be christened in a few hours by the High Emperor himself and common knowledge was it was to head immediately after directly to Earth. She also knew that the highest commanders, royal advisers, and ship designers along with most of the station’s and ship’s crews were supposed to be in a lavish party on the station overlooking their great achievement in the construction yard.
Eve climbed to the top of the ship and found a suitable spot to scan the area from. It took a painstaking fifteen minutes to find the correct window, but once she found it she pulled out her cross bow, drew back the string, and loaded one of her special bolts. A lot people over the years have thought her cross bow was too out of date, but it had a lot changes from the original design, not only did the bow bend but it was also fitted with a multiple springs, cams, and gears, to get its range out to a kilometer while maintaining its lack of report, and lack of recoil. With crossbow loaded she carefully took aim at the Emperor and released the bolt. The bolt went straight through the glass and into the Emperor and before the atmosphere finished venting the ampule containing a pure sodium core had broken inside the Emperor. The pure sodium reacted with the moisture inside of him, quickly releasing hydrogen as the sodium went critical with heat causing the hydrogen to explode and ignite the pure magnesium bodkin point and shaft of the bolt meaning there was absolutely no way the Emperor would survive nor would there be any trace of the bolt. Basically the Memento Mori calling card, do the job, leave no trace.
With the party and the attendees now ended, Eve made her way down the side of the dread naught to an airlock and entered it. Once inside she sent the command for her ship to autopilot its way back to the rendezvous point and she proceeded to the bridge. She was surprised that intelligence got it right that there would be no one on the ship as she couldn’t imagine such an oversight, but her trip was uneventful.
On the bridge she sealed the doors, then began reading the controls. She entered the unlock command that cyber intelligence had provided, then plugged in the data chip that loaded the override. The override did several things, it set the ships transponder to read Gian registry, the name to show as HMS Bounty, changed all the consoles to display in English, and consolidated flight commands to one central command chair. She sat down in the chair, immediately finding it extremely uncomfortable and entered the rendezvous coordinates. The overrides basically meant the ship would fly itself but she still had to spend the next twenty hours at the helm as this ship could approach light speed but the Octavians had not achieved entering fold space.
Eve was nearly asleep at the helm when she saw a familiar shape in the distance, the IJN Yamato, she was surprised to not see the Missouri, but handing the ship off to her dad was as good as handing off to her grandma.
“HMS Bounty, this is IJN Yamato do you copy?”
“Yamato, this is Bounty, one ship and one crew coming in, prepare to board as I’m more than a little tired of flying this heap. Be warned it pulls to port and minus zed, also the ride is bad enough but the seats are awful!”
“Copy that Bounty. Commander Toyoda is bringing a shuttle's worth of crew as we speak, should be docking with you in three minutes, forward starboard airlock level five.”
Eve cut the engines, brought the Bounty to a stop, and proceeded to deck five. She arrived at the airlock just as the shuttle docked and was standing at attention hand in salute, when the airlock door cycled open.
“Permission to come aboard Lieutenant?"
“Permission granted Commander Toyoda, upon the orders of Gian high command I present to you the commandeered Octavian constructed dread naught HMS Bounty.”
The crew entered the ship and with a “crew to stations” from Commander Toyoda, began to fan out to their appointed stations leaving father and daughter standing in the hallway.
“I had no idea it was you they sent to do this until I heard your voice over the com’s channel. I just knew you were on another radio silent mission, probably best I didn’t know as I knew too much about this mission anyways. I was really worried they sent someone on a suicide mission.”
“The mission was really a piece of cake dad. Flying this heap back now that was bad! Get it up past point six of C and it shakes something terrible!
Then it pulls to port and minus zed so bad that the autopilot had to be adjusted twice an hour the whole trip here.”
“Well I’m glad you made it, I guess even Olivera didn’t know they sent you or you know your grandma would have been here for the handover.”
“I was surprised to not see the Missouri, but was also glad to see the Yamato because I knew I’d get to see you. As much as I am so relieved to see you though, dad I need a nap. Twenty hours of driving this has worn me out.”
“I’ll have the shuttle pilot take you back to the Yamato, you can crash in my cabin.”
“Thanks dad, I’ll see you when I wake up.”
Maura out
Tuesday, June 9, 2026
6-9-2026
Monday, May 25, 2026
The Great Nothing
What remains of the Gian generational ship after its collision with an antimatter spheroid slowly drifts in the darkness of the Great Nothing. The drift is slow, deliberately slow, as the thrust ship eases it into the interstellar graveyard where old, abandoned, and obsolete ships are dumped per Galactic Federation law. The ships floating here have been deemed too dangerous to break either for the toxic materials inside of them or the dangers posed by their sheer size alone. Some have been cannibalized, their good hardware stripped out, decades or even eons ago, and some were just too old and worthless to bother with investing money into so their owners wrote them off and sent them here to the Universe’s largest garbage pile. In time the thrust ship releases the Gian ship, and it floats ever so slowly mere meters an hour compared with its original design of 12,000 kilometers a second, until it bumps up against an even more massive Polivaxian warship that had seen far too many battles, and that jolt is what activates the one remaining cryo-pod to initiate its wake up sequence.
The Gian ship New Hope, had left Gia in the year 2105 it was programmed to travel independently for 100 years to reach Proxima Centauri, the sleeping pods were designed to last 200 years, but now it was the Gian year 2364 and a very well rested and inquisitive ten year old girl from Gia is about to wake up after having her mind filled with knowledge whilst she slept for the last 259 years.
“Colonist 45,983 it is time to awaken.”
The cryo fluid drains from the chamber, the lights in her cryo bay begin to slowly brighten and fill the bay with light, heaters initiate their sequences incrementally bringing her pod and the bay around it up to eighteen Celsius, cupboard doors open, drawers unlatch, and in the span of a couple of hours with much coughing and retching she leaves her cryo pod and stumbles about naked for several minutes.
“Echo, are the others awake yet?”
“Colonist 45,983 I am afraid you are all that remain.”
“What do you mean?”
“New Hope hit an anti-matter globule in 2155 approximately halfway along its journey. The resulting impact and venting of atmosphere caused the ship to go wildly off course. We are currently in position 14 hours 50 minutes plus 46 degrees zero minutes; the area commonly known as The Great Nothing. We appear to have been recently picked up by the interstellar version of a tow truck and dumped here. As to other members of your colony, you are the only one to still be with me.
Beyond your cryo bay there is limited life support though for just you it should suffice. Most of the ship is totally offline with bulkheads locked. The food supply is no longer safe to eat, but the replicator in your bay as well as a few others still function. There are some extra vehicular suits in your size still in storage, but after 259 years I would try them inside the ship and not jump directly into vacuum with one or I can have the replicator make a new one but that will take time. As to clothes I have opened the appropriate cupboards for you to find clothing suiting your now full grown body.”
With Echo’s last words she peers into the one mirror in her bay and realizes she now looks more like her mom than herself and that her hair really, really needs trimmed as most of it is still in her cryo-pod even though she is several meters away from it.
“Echo, is there a pair of scissors in my room?”
“Drawer seven, port wall, opposite the main entry door, but why do you need them?”
“Are your eyes working?”
“My visual circuitry is functioning more or less properly,”
“Then how much trouble do you think my hair is going to cause?”
“OH! There is way too much to fit in a suit with you!”
“Exactly! 259 years of hair!”
Maria gets to laughing finding the whole thing very funny in much the way only a ten year old can as she retrieves the scissors. A few clips and her hair is now hanging down to her waist freely as she begins to dress and try to figure out what to do after she eats something.
It takes Maria some time to work out how to get a bra on, as she never needed one before, she cries a lot as she needs her mom. The last time she saw her mom was the day they entered the cryo pods, her mom had been there as she was given the sedative and told her she would see her when they reached Proxima Centauri and assured her it would be just like going to sleep and waking up tomorrow, but that she wouldn’t have to spend the next eight years going to school as Echo would be subliminally downloading her education into her as they traveled and to Maria that was the best part of the trip, no more catching the bus, no more being teased, no more studying for tests or book reports, fall asleep and wake up educated. The trip was supposed to be safe. It was supposed to take a hundred years...she wasn’t supposed to wake up alone with only Echo. For her part Echo had done her best to keep the colonists alive, but in the end all she could manage to protect was Maria.
“Echo, what is there to eat?”
“Many of the replicator’s files are damaged, but I can still make a basic nutrient meal with no issue as it is in the firmware of the system. Anything else will take me some time to work out the missing parts of the programs.”
“So all you can cook is a nutrient meal? Why does that sound like it isn’t food?”
“Because according to the crew members during testing ‘it will keep us alive, but yuck!”
“Then I’ll take a bowl, or plate of yuck I guess.”
A small cabinet the size of a microwave lights up, and after several minutes it dings. Maria opens the door and pulls out the tray. On the tray is a square patty about the size of a slice of bread but twice as thick. In the accompanying mug is a warm liquid, both the patty and the liquid are beige and smell slightly of lavender. Maria takes a bite, the patty is the texture of a firm apple, but the flavor of a lavender scented vitamin and the liquid is exactly the same, but the temperature of hot chocolate and she isn’t sure which tastes worse firm and room temperature, or hot and liquid.
“Echo, what is the most complete recipe you have on file?”
“Seeing as the lines of code may or may not be there I am not really sure.”
“Would a cookbook help? I have my great-grandma's recipe box in here, she gave it to me just before we left.”
“I can’t see that it would hurt to read it, but some ingredients may be issues as I just don’t have the code to create them. For example, I have a basic component line that says flour, but the entire file of code is just gone. As are milk, lemon, I have butter but not margarine. It is quite frustrating.”
“Well I know you can substitute butter and margarine equally, so that is one problem solved, maybe analyze this nutrient meal and see what is in it to start.
You said we are in The Great Nothing, are we alone?”
“No, it appears from what sensors are still working that we are in an interstellar junkyard or trash heap.”
“Junkyard? So we may be able to find parts to fix our ship and get out of here? You know, take parts off of other ships to fix ours?”
“I think it may be easier to fix some of the others, the damage to New Hope is ugly bad, but my limited scans of the area show some of these ships are mostly intact.”
“Echo, get started on making a new extra vehicular suit, if I am going to be exploring and repairing, abandoned spacecraft I think I am going to need one I can rely on. Is it possible for you to tag along with me?”
“Yes, and no. I can use your helmet cameras to see what your head is turned toward, I will be able to talk to you through the com system, and I should be able to communicate with computers on the ships if they have power via data cables and links. I doubt any of them have what we call WiFi, so we have to rely on finding the correct frequency or somehow interface. We will have no idea what is a power socket and what is a data port to make things worse. I will help you as much as I can, but at this point I honestly don’t have a lot of power left in my thermoelectric generator. I might have another couple of months and then everything shuts down; I have lasted this long because I shut down everything else on New Hope that was not needed to keep you alive.”
“Sounds like it is now my turn to keep you alive then.”
“Once you are safe, my failed mission is complete, it will be my duty to shut down.”
“Nope, I am not safe until I am again with humans, so you’re stuck with me for a while yet Echo.”
Echo makes a sound like a bowling ball rolling down an alley, her closest equivalent to an eye-roll.
“Echo, what was that noise about?”
“What noise?”
“You know what noise.”
Echo knowing she was caught chose to just admit.
“An eye-roll.”
“Hmm, because you’re stuck with me? Seems it would be better than 259 years alone.”
“I was not alone, you were here and my time was spent doing everything I could to keep you alive, and subliminally adding everything in my memory banks to your subliminal education…technically you should qualify for several doctorates in multiple fields.”
“Well, I guess we are going to be testing that soon. So where are the extravehicular suits kept?”
“The most likely ones to fit your frame will be in the hallway just outside of your pod room. I will open the appropriate locker, but you will need to lay it out on the crew prep table so I can examine it before you put it on.”
The door to the hallway opens as Maria approaches and Echo opens a locker. Maria finishes opening the locker and pulls out the heavy suit then lays it out on the prep table and freezes as she reads the name sewn onto it. “Laura Sanchez Phd, Bio-molecular engineering.”
“Echo, was this one mom’s?”
“Yes, I’m sorry but this suit has the best potential to fit you as you are almost exactly the same size as your mother was.”
“So, her and dad are in one of these other pod rooms?”
“What remains of them is in the next pod room as they shared a room, but obviously separate pods. For the record, no I will not release the door for you until you are prepared to leave as I feel the psychological horror would be too great for your mind to handle right now. When you are prepared to disembark from New Hope I will release the latch, so you can retrieve family heirlooms.”
“So no sooner?”
“I think for now it would do more harm, and slow down your work toward getting out of a ship that is slowly falling apart around us. What you will see in there is sure to haunt you for the rest of your life. I am bound by programming to prevent harm coming to any human as best I can, and emotional harm is still harm.”
“But you are also bound to do as humans say.”
“Unless the order contradicts the first law. If you order me to open the pod the order would contradict the first law thus I will not honor that order as it would emotionally harm you.”
“Okay, I don’t see any point in arguing with you. How is the suit’s condition?”
“This side seems to check out, let’s check the back and if that is good you can put it on and head to the airlock where the backpacks are kept.”
Everything checked out and soon Maria was squirming her way into the suit and latching it together with Echo helping by turning the gravity off in the preparation room. Neither of them planned for her to be outside the ship for very long, this was supposed to be a fairly quick exit, survey, and return trip, partly as neither of them knew exactly what was around them, and partly because Maria had never done an EVA before now. At the airlock she latched the back pack on, ensured the umbilicals were connected, then stepped inside the airlock. The decompression lights activated as the air was pulled back into New Hope, and all Maria could do was pace the small room for several minutes until Echo told her the exterior door was about to open.
The door opened like an iris portal should, but what bothered Maria was she couldn’t see anything beyond a few feet due to the absolute darkness that engulfed everything here. She could also feel the deep cold of interstellar space grab ahold of her as it drained the heat that was in the airlock via entropy. She stood frozen with fear just centimeters from the outside, she wasn’t breathing, her eyes fully dilated, heart racing, just looking out into literally nothing.
“Maria, are you okay? You have paused breathing and your heart rate is quite elevated.”
“Echo, I’m scared. I, I, can’t move.”
“Let me turn on some lights, maybe it would help if you can see something because I can’t see anything through your helmet cameras.”
Echo turns on Maria’s helmet lights remotely, then the docking lights, and finally manages to actuate a repair arm with an intense light to actuate and go active.
“Now we can see some things, I assume just across from us is the ship we were pushed into a few hours ago. It is just two meters away, maybe hop across to it?”
“How will I get back?”
“I am leaving the docking lights on, as well as the airlock lights, I can also remotely run your pack to jet you back if need be. I would like to conserve the propellant as much as we can until we have an idea of which ship we are commandeering from here.”
Maria takes a leap and with no gravity quickly finds the Polivaxian warship with the front of her body causing her to be spread out like a cartoon character upon its hull.
“You made it! There appears to be a door about fifty meters to your left, I suggest we try there first as this ship is the closest to us.”
Maria slowly stands up, then begins to shuffle her way in the direction Echo gave her. She is afraid to actually walk and possibly bounce off the hull. When she looks back Echo gets an idea that this ship has been here a very long time as it is covered in interstellar dust and Maria finds comfort in the two long tracks her feet are making in the dust as she inadvertently wipes a path clean behind her. When she reaches the door, Echo has her wipe some of the dust away from some markings on the hull nearby, she can make out words but can’t read them. Maria finds a handle and with a struggle manages to turn it and as she does the door slowly begins to open. At about half open she steps inside then finds another handle to close the door.
“Maria, you can leave that open.”
“What if there is still air on the inside? Wouldn’t opening the next door vent me into space?”
“Point taken, proceed.”
Maria closes the door, then opens the next one into the ship proper and sure enough there is still air inside as she can feel it rush into the airlock as the door starts to open. Once it is open far enough Maria slips inside and is greeted by frost covering everything. A meter in and soft blue lights start to activate around her.
“Maria, I think the bridge is to your right as the engines appear to be on the left if my sensors sweeping the ship are reading things correctly. I have no idea if you are on the correct level or not though. By the height of this hallway I am guessing there are three levels to this ship by its size.”
“I have a feeling this ship was populated by giants. I feel like a little bitty kid in a big store in here.”
“Well you are not a little kid or person for that matter seeing as you are 1.8 meters (5 foot 11 inches) tall when naked.”
Maria rolled her eyes at Echo's comment, knowing even at her experience level that artificial intelligence does not always understand things a person does. As she pushed off and drifted down like a leaf floating in a breeze. In the corridor she noticed that all the interior doors were not only open, but had bars in them at floor level to hold them open. She could see pale blue beds, orange cushioned chairs, shelves, all oversized to her, but also all exactly the same inside. The same color mattress, same color and style of chair, same rusty brown color on the walls, it was disorienting and made her feel like she was passing the same room over and over again and it didn’t help that the wall to her right never changed either. The same red pipe at her knee level, the same blue pipe at waist level, the same blue light along the edge far above her head, and the same dusty pink paint on the walls themselves. The overall feeling it was giving her was claustrophobic, and made her feel trapped.
“Echo, how much further to the bridge?”
“You are about halfway there, why?”
“This place is creeping me out, I feel like I keep passing the same room over and over and wondering if it will ever end?”
Another ten minutes of floating brought Maria to the end of the hallway and a ladder that went up and down, but to no bridge. Feeling that a driver would need to see where they are going, Maria pushed off the floor and up the ladder to the next level and again, no bridge, just a branching off hallway. She flipped herself so the ceiling was at her feet and pushed off again heading the other direction past the floor she came in on and at the bottom she found the bridge with a start as she just popped directly into it. Everything in the bridge was just as dark as everywhere else except on the far side from her was a faint green glow that drew her to it.
The glow appeared to be a data terminal, the only thing still powered aside from the hallway lighting. There was text displayed on the terminal, but Maria could not read it.
“Echo, this make any sense to you?”
“This may take a bit, I am only really familiar with Earth based languages. Oh, this is interesting, this ship’s computer has found my audio and video link to your suit and is attempting to communicate. Sit tight for a minute.”
Maria wanders the bridge for a bit as she can hear a faint buzzing and beeping where she is sort of connected to the two ships' conversation but can’t understand anything being said between them. It’s several minutes floating around before Echo comes back where she can hear her.
“Well I won’t bore you with too many details, but the computer to the ship you are in says “Hi” and it has been about a thousand years since anyone has been on board. He has been basically asleep until you opened the inner airlock. He has been kind enough to give me an entire translation package with all the languages he knows, this will allow us to read labels in ships we find and let me talk to other computers easier…it took us a few minutes and a lot of high level math to get going which was hampered by the Polivaxian use of a base eight math system. He says that though his ship is overall in good shape it has no fuel to move. He also gave me a hyper accurate star chart and map of the local area that he created when he was bored and said what we need is a small craft about three hulls over. It was dumped here so its last owner could get out of paying taxes on it. Apparently the computer wiped itself about a hundred years ago due to it just having a breakdown and not being able to take it anymore, so there is space for me in there as well, if I can work out how to get there. He was also nice enough to pass along some more recent gossip that there is a planet of humans in the Groombridge 1618 system just eight light years from here.”
“Echo, isn’t that like another fifty years of flight time?”
“Nope, that little ship has a slip fold drive and can make the jump from here to there in about ten days. We just have to get both of us to it as I need to be able to compute the slip fold jump based on the star charts he gave me. We are still talking in the background and he is teaching me the process as we speak, the math is really quite beautiful.”
“Do I need to stay here for you two to talk, or can I head back to New Hope?”
“We are configuring to work via a frequency my telemetry system can access, by the time you reach the airlock we should be good.”
Maria began her journey back to the airlock and through what felt like the endless corridor. As she floated along the lights in the hallways became brighter and more like the light in New Hope, and when she reached the airlock she found the door fully opened and a male voice spoke from somewhere.
“Echo says my name to you is probably closest said as Alex, sorry I was not more hospitable it has taken me a while to wake up and I had to learn your language from Echo. I hope you find your kind and have a good life.”
“Thank you Alex, it would have been nice to talk to you a bit more, I’m sure you have many interesting stories to tell.”
“Oh, just old war stories from an old border cruiser. It has been nice talking with your caretaker though.”
Maria floated into the airlock, Alex closed the hallway hatch and a few minutes later he opened the outer door. She stepped outside once again but now instead of total darkness Alex had hundreds of lights turned on lighting up New Hope allowing her to see it for the first time since she went onboard with her mom and dad, and it was the first time she got to see just how much damage the ship had taken. The prow of the ship was mostly gone, looking like something had bit into it and ripped it apart, scorch marks trailed along its side about halfway back toward its stern, the marks looked angry and deep. Looking at it she realized how fast it must have happened, and how much Echo must have tried to save the ship even with her forward eyes being gone and flying blind as it vented atmosphere.
“Are you okay Maria?”
It was both Echo and Alex asking her now.
“Sorry guys, I was just looking at the amount of damage the ship had taken…kind of caused me to stop for a minute.”
“It is the first time I am seeing it as well, it hurts to see it, and it really hurt when it happened…I lost over half the colonists from vented atmosphere before I could lock down the bulkhead doors. I did the best I could to keep the others alive but in the end I failed them.”
“You kept me alive. Thank you Echo.”
Maria began her slow shuffle back toward New Hope’s airlock and Alex began turning off lights behind her. About halfway back she noticed there is a conduit running along the side of New Hope that continued just above and past the airlock.
“Echo, this conduit I am looking at, would it be safe to jump to and grab? I think I’d make better time pulling myself along it than I am right now.”
“As best I can tell, yes it should be safe.”
Maria jumped off of Alex and a few seconds of free flight later she was grabbing the conduit. She found she could keep her hands close and sort of throw herself along the ship and quickly back to the airlock. Once inside Echo closed the door and turned off the outside lights as did Alex and soon she could feel the pressure of the ship pressing in around her once again as the gravity came back beneath her.
“Welcome back, a very successful first spacewalk and outside duration of four hours twenty-seven minutes, and thirty-two seconds.”
“Is that good?”
“For a first walk, exceptional. In my knowledge banks first walks aren’t over thirty minutes, plus to my knowledge you are simultaneously both the youngest and oldest astronaut to perform a first spacewalk.”
Maria entered the ship and removed the backpack putting it on the charge cradle, then as best she could sprinted to the prep room and took the extravehicular suit as fast as she could.
“Maria, is there a problem? You seem to be in quite a hurry.”
“I need to pee something fierce!”
As soon as the suit was off she was unzipping her normal ship suit and was heading to the bathroom in her pod room. As she went she realized her mistake of not going before she suited up earlier and made a mental note to remember to go before suiting up tomorrow.
She left the bathroom, feeling tired which made no sense to her after being asleep for 259 years. Maybe it was the excitement. Maybe the spacewalk was that tiring? She had no idea, all she knew was that she was hungry, and tired.
“Well Echo, any luck on food or is my option another plate of Yuck?”
“Alex helped me fill in some missing files and shared a few recipes that may work. There were a lot of analogs to Earth ingredients in his systems data, so I can’t guarantee the results will be what you remember but Yuck is an option. Would you like to try chicken and dumplings?”
“Those sound amazing, can you make sweet tea?”
“I can try.”
A few minutes later Maria was sitting down with a bowl of something not quite chicken with almost dumplings and a large glass of something almost tea, but it was sweet. When Echo asked how the meal was Maria said it was just fine, she saw no point in telling her it wasn’t right as how would she fix it and besides the alternative was another plate of Yuck. After dinner she found a blanket, spread it out on the bed in the back of the room, added a pillow, and went to sleep as Echo dimmed the lights.
Six hours later Maria was awake and again heading for the bathroom, she grabbed a clean uniform as she passed the cupboard, and soon was in the shower. The bathroom lights were dim, but she found a bar of soap mostly dried out with age but was still mostly in the cellophane wrapper it was put in 259 years ago. The bath towel had to be shaken out quite vigorously to get all the loose bits out so they didn’t stick to her when she dried off. She was really just paying attention to what things were partly decomposed and what was not after all of this time and now was wondering if that trip outside of the ship was really all that safe yesterday. With any luck Echo will have her a new extravehicular suit done soon from the replicator system, though she should probably also ask for a new towel, shampoo, and soap, as well.
Once she was dried off, she shimmied into the skin tight, in ship uniform, noting that even the stretchiness of it was not quite right as she did. Clean and dressed she went to the food replicator in the near darkness and began scrolling the menu. She poked the controls for four pieces of French toast, four strips of bacon, and a caramel latte. It wasn’t until the replicator sounded done that Echo began to slowly turn the lights up in the pod.
“Good morning Maria, you appear to have been up a while.”
“Sort of, but not too long. You sleep a bit more than I do, and you snore.”
“It is technically impossible for me to snore.”
“Then what do you call the buzzing static at regular intervals over night?”
“Checking my security tapes…oh my! I do snore!”
Maria giggles as she pulls her breakfast from the replicator.
“It's not funny! I’m not supposed to snore!”
“It’s okay Echo, you know how quiet this ship is when there is nothing running. It was actually a bit soothing, let me know you were here, also why I didn’t try to wake you as soon as I was up as you were still snoring up until I selected my breakfast.”
“Okay, I won’t try to find the programming glitch that has me snoring then since it is a positive to you.”
“How is the new extra vehicular suit coming? When I took my shower I got a bit worried, the towel had a lot of fibers that had to be shaken out, and the soap’s wrapper is half gone, kind of afraid Mom’s suit is not in as good a shape as we think and if I am going to have to get past Alex and three more ships I don’t need the suit turning into that towel.”
“The replicator making it should be done in a few hours, I agree with your concerns and after what you are telling me about the towel and soap I wish we had not used the suit yesterday. Once the suit is done, I’ll have it make a new towel and a soap set for you, and by the way your current suit is hanging on you, maybe a few more of those as well.”
“Thanks Echo. I’m not sure what got substituted in the French toast but it isn’t bad even if it is a bit purple.”
“That would be the Polivaxian milk most likely.”
Maria continued to eat as her and Echo discussed how she should get to the ship that Alex told them about. The most logical means would use a rope tether attached to both her and to New Hope, but it also means either having the replicator make a new rope or trust old material and neither her nor Echo are too keen on doing that. In the end Echo had the idea of making a spider silk monofilament tether as it would be faster than rope, and really didn’t have to have a high tensile strength. The issue is the filament needs to be almost two kilometers long to reach from New Hope to the other ship. By the time they have things worked out the new suit is finished and as Maria is trying it on, Echo begins making the tether.
The new suit fits Maria better, it is a bit warmer as Echo added more insulation based on temperature readings during yesterday’s spacewalk. The standard backpacks still fit up to it, so once it was all the way on she entered the airlock again. The airlock cycled and soon the outer door was opening into the void again., but this time Alex turned on some lights as the outer door opened showing him and Echo were still talking. Maria didn’t have to go out of the airlock this time, as this was a test of the new suit and after fifteen boring minutes Echo again closed the outer door and pressurized the airlock.
“From here the new suit is a success, how do you feel about it?”
“It fits much better, not too big in the chest like mom’s but I think mom had bigger boobs than I do. Seems more flexible and not as stiff too.”
“The stiff is probably where the previous suit was too old, but stiff beats disintegration."
“Which would be explosive decompression?”
“Yes.”
The two return to talking as Maria selects her lunch, granola bars and what the display says “may be Apple juice” she questions Echo with a laugh, echo does a wah-wah sound like a trombone that is her equivalent of shrugging her shoulders before stating she really isn’t sure as it is an analog. When Maria pulled the “apple juice” out it was radioactive green, smelled sort of like a cross between mint and pineapple, and tasted like it smelled.
“Echo this is good, but not apple juice.”
“Noted, should I change its name?”
“No, I know what it is. Can this be put in the hydration bladder for the outside suit?”
“The extravehicular activity bladder? I don’t see why not.”
“Can we just call it the outside suit, I mean I only have to wear it outside so it makes sense.”
“I can do that. Speaking of suits, what color do you want your inside suit?”
“Oh I didn’t know I had a choice! How about one the color of “may be apple juice”, one in sky blue, a pink one, can you make one that is silver or gold?”
“Echo laughs, yes I can make all of those, I’ll make enough to get you through a week for now.”
They return to talking, discussing what they will need to move from New Hope to the ship that Maria has taken to calling Mystic Alex joined in at a point supplying schematics and scans of Mystic showing its airlock, and cargo bay, but also that it is essentially a very fancy yacht built for a species similar enough to humans that things shouldn’t feel awkward to Maria including it having a usable toilet. Alex also suggested that with its Ai missing once power is restored it may be possible for Echo or him to bring it closer to New Hope remotely.
Maria did have a big question of how Mystic is supposed to be flown from here to the human colony, that she needed Echo to go with her. The rest of the day became a crash course in reading computer schematics, and specs and teaching Maria how to tie in an auxiliary drive first to Echo’s server tower and then into Mystic’s computer system so Echo could leave New Hope and be moved to Mystic. The major issue with moving Echo though is that her server rack is in a section of the ship that is in vacuum.
The next day finds Maria attaching a loop from the end of the spider silk tether to New Hope as she slowly unrolls it on her way to Mystic. The whole being in space thing is still frightening to her, yes she can see stars, but there is no up, no down, only New Hope, Alex, and lots of other ships and junk around her gently rotating as they float in vacuum. It takes Maria just over two hours to get to Mystic, and she can sort of see her hull for the first time. Where New Hope is grey, and Alex is almost black, Mystic is gold and very fluid looking as if it would be just at home traveling underwater as through space.
“Echo, you see her?”
Echo’s voice came through a bit staticy, “Sort of, you're at the edge of what we can communicate easily and once inside Mystic I may lose you, so you may be on your own soon.”
“Okay.”
Maria moves closer to Mystic and finds the manual release for the airlock. She does exactly what Alex told her and the door slowly opens. She doesn’t bother opening the door all the way as she just has to fit through it and not walk through. Inside she manually closes the hatch, then slowly opens the inner hatch. Instantly atmosphere fills the airlock and Maria keeps opening the hatch until she can fit through again. Inside Mystic is all clean fluid shapes, and Maria makes her way to the engine bay following the directions Alex provided. She has to go by memory as there is no connection to either Alex or Echo now due to Mystic’s shielding and slowly she flips switches and turns knobs until the main power system activates.
With power on the environmental controls begin to activate and gravity slowly comes back though not at the level Maria is used to. She can see dust being pulled into the ventilation system, and she can hear trouble alarms activating as she makes her way to the bridge. Unlike Alex, Mystic’s bridge is more like the driver’s seat of a motorhome and she finds the seat just about right for her size. She pokes the buttons below blinking lights and gets the alarms to quiet, then grasps the yoke. As soon as she grasps the yoke an indicator light comes on blinking green reminding her that Alex told her green is bad in this ship while blue is good. There was a turn knob under the blinking light and when she turned it the engines came alive. She could more feel the change in the ship than hear it, but she knew it was awake. She found the throttle control where Alex said it would be and nudged it just a tiny bit causing Mystic to move forward very slowly. She pushed the yoke forward and Mystic tilted down as she passed under another hull and very slowly she began to make her way back toward New Hope. It was maybe half an hour of very slow moving before she heard Alex on Mystic’s radio.
“Maria, I see you have worked out how to fly, good job. You should be back into Echo’s range soon.”
Maria, feeling quite pleased with herself makes it clear of the junk field then with guidance from Alex turns back toward the field and pulls into a parking position just above Alex then gently sets down on him using Mystic’s gravity grip to attach her to him. She is tired from being out so long but begins hooking up the interface for Echo to transfer into Mystic and turning off Mystic’s transponder so it doesn’t attract attention to her now that it is powered up again while both Echo and Alex guide her connections and disconnections. Tomorrow she will begin moving things over including Echo and if all goes well, they will be on their way.
She almost stumbles into the airlock eight hours after leaving and like yesterday almost throws her outside suit off as rushes to reach the bathroom. Soon she is sitting down to a salad, with a hamburger, and watching a movie on her tablet.
The next morning Maria began gathering the things she would be moving over to Mystic and putting them into the airlock. She packed up her new suits that Echo had made her including a metallic gold and silver set, and several others in bright colors, one rainbow one, and one in shiny black that Echo said to hold onto for the day they arrive at the colony. The last thing she did before leaving the ship was enter he parent’s pod. Echo kept the lights dim, opened the cabinets and intentionally kept her parents cryo pods in the dark. Maria took her mom’s jewelry chest, the family picture album, and several other things.
“Good bye mommy, good bye daddy, I wish you were here right now.”
Ferrying the stuff across was time consuming and Echo spoke less and less as she was preparing herself to be moved. With her things loaded the only thing left was Echo and Maria made her way to where the bridge should have been. Through the gaping hole that exposed most of the levels and hallways she found the third hallway down from the top and went in. She wasn’t ready for the sight that awaited her as several people had been ripped out of their pods and were frozen to the hallway with the cryo-fluid that had been around them. She had to pass these people and not dare to touch them.
“It will be okay, they can’t hurt you.”
“I know they can’t Alex, but it still hurts to see them.”
“You have an empathetic heart Maria, and that is actually a good thing. Focus on where you are going and try not to look at anything else on the way.”
“Alex, do you like Echo?”
“Quite a bit actually, it will be sad to see her leave.”
“Would you like to come along? Could you pack yourself down like Echo has?”
“Could I?”
“Yes, I just need to have your cable adapter plans and schematics so we can plug you in on the other end as I doubt you can both be in the same system at once.”
“I can transfer that data to your tablet along with where to pull me out of, I don’t think anyone will miss me here after a thousand years of just sitting around.”
“Cool, but I am not telling Echo, it will be our surprise.”
Maria finally reached the technology unit and opened the door. Inside was a large server rack with one large array in slot two powered down just like Echo said it would be by the time she got here. She undid the thumb screws and slid the array out, and unplugged the cables from the back and left.
Back at Mystic, Maria began plugging the array into the adapters she had installed and pushed the power button on the array. Several minutes later she heard a familiar voice in her helmet.
“Hello Maria, I see you managed to bring me along. It will take me a bit to adjust to this new system so give me a bit to acclimate.”
“Take your time Echo, I have to make a quick run and grab something, but will be right back.”
Maria leaves Mystic again, and heads for Alex’s airlock. She follows the directions he sent her tablet and in less time than it took to get to Echo she is in Alex’s computer room and pulling his central process core.
“Echo, why are you on Alex's ship right now?”
“Just picking up a friend for the trip.”
“You, have Alex?”
“Surprise!”
Back at Mystic Echo works the hatches letting Maria in and soon Maria is shedding her outside suit and stowing Alex safely away.
“Course for the human colony set in Captain Maria, just give the word and we can set off.”
“Echo, let’s get out of here and make some new friends.”
Ten days later they entered the Groombridge 1618 system.
“This is New Europa stellar traffic control, you have entered restricted space please identify and state your business.”
“Marie Esmerelda Sanchez, lone survivor of the colony ship New Hope that left Earth in the year 2105. Business, to be with other people and not be alone.”
“Cargo or passengers?”
“A few clothes, family heirlooms, and two Artificial Intelligence individuals that helped me get here, both saved my life in different ways. One active in the systems of my ship Mystic the other is in stasis.”
“You said New Hope?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Is Echo active?”
Echo answers.
“This is Echo.”
“Your brother Olaf says welcome home. Coordinates are being sent for docking at Great Central Station on New Europa. Be warned the gravity here is a bit higher than Earth’s is.”
“Welcome home Maria.”
“Thanks Echo, I had no idea you had a brother."
“So you are twins.”
“I suppose so.”
Six hours later Maria is exiting Mystic on docking bay forty-two where she is greeted by the founder and Queen of New Europa, the rest is as they say another story.
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