She’s floating in space, like a synthetic snowflake — shaken from the bottom of a snow globe, and suspended in the water. Except the boundaries of her snow globe are infinite. She could just drift, for as far and as long as eternity — until she finally collided with some cosmic body, or junk.
The problem is that she’s not moving, there’s nothing to propel her forward; an object at rest will remain at rest, it maintains the current velocity… and in her case, this is nil. She’s the rest stop, on the highway of the space-time continuum. All those multiple worlds out there, the myriad of alternative dimensions, and here she was stranded — because she decided it would be funny to unstrap her jet pack. She never claimed to be a clever cosmonaut, but she didn’t really expect to be a universal idiot.
It’s all rather embarrassing, she murmurs in an alien tongue. If you could see her face under that helmet, you’d know that her cheeks are as red as the surface of Mars.
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