Noemi sat silently as the Commander read her CV as if he hadn’t known her her whole life.
“Where would you like to work?”
He asked as if he wanted an honest answer, so she gave one. “I’d like to work in the farms, if I could.”
“Everyone does. Spin gravity, close to quarters, little suit time,” he smiled. “We’re shorthanded, as you know, in a lot of sectors. Some people can’t take free fall. The truth is you’ll do lots of jobs in your lifetime.”
“No reason you shouldn’t start at the farms though.”
“Thank you sir.”