Mimsy_Borogove
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Just last month, Lydia Pearl Madison had been an old woman.
It was a happy young woman that now boarded the Valiant Maiden, a massive inter-galactic cruising ship. With an occupancy of five hundred thousand, several hundred decks full of activities and fun, and a quater gee field to boot, it promised to be entertaining at the very least.
Brushing long, dark hair back behind her ears, her dark, mischevous eyes regarded the long line of passenger with a sense of giddiness. Behind her, she towed along her rolling baggage, a massive thing at that. She'd obviously packed well for the trip. Or perhaps not well, but certainly a lot. The bag was nearly as tall as she and three times as wide, rolled on it's computerized stand after her.
Her father had been kind enough to send her out on this enormous contraption as a gift to celebrate her third century alive. Lydia should could herself lucky, she thought. She was terribly spoiled, as she had been the first little girl born to the rich-beyond-dreams business tycoon. Oh, but she hadn't let it go to her head. Lydia was a good, sensible woman. Her father had seen to that. As had her mother.
Five hours, two daquiris, and clothing change later, Lydia sat happily lounging on a large cushioned chair on the sun deck, drinking yet another daquiri.
The sun deck actually didn't have anything sunny about it, save a very special light high over head in a smooth, blue cieling. To any onlooker, it looked exactly like a clear summer earth day. Heat was blown into the room for added affect. Before her, lay a large blue pool, people already starting to wade into the water.
It was a happy young woman that now boarded the Valiant Maiden, a massive inter-galactic cruising ship. With an occupancy of five hundred thousand, several hundred decks full of activities and fun, and a quater gee field to boot, it promised to be entertaining at the very least.
Brushing long, dark hair back behind her ears, her dark, mischevous eyes regarded the long line of passenger with a sense of giddiness. Behind her, she towed along her rolling baggage, a massive thing at that. She'd obviously packed well for the trip. Or perhaps not well, but certainly a lot. The bag was nearly as tall as she and three times as wide, rolled on it's computerized stand after her.
Her father had been kind enough to send her out on this enormous contraption as a gift to celebrate her third century alive. Lydia should could herself lucky, she thought. She was terribly spoiled, as she had been the first little girl born to the rich-beyond-dreams business tycoon. Oh, but she hadn't let it go to her head. Lydia was a good, sensible woman. Her father had seen to that. As had her mother.
Five hours, two daquiris, and clothing change later, Lydia sat happily lounging on a large cushioned chair on the sun deck, drinking yet another daquiri.
The sun deck actually didn't have anything sunny about it, save a very special light high over head in a smooth, blue cieling. To any onlooker, it looked exactly like a clear summer earth day. Heat was blown into the room for added affect. Before her, lay a large blue pool, people already starting to wade into the water.