She Is Here To Escort You

You always wanted to see the stars, but passenger liners are expensive. At least the government was hiring contractors to do some interstellar infrastructure work.

You were amazed at the luxurious accommodations aboard the ship where you'll be staying. Everything was so new and sleek and just plain cool.

So you wandered about and looked around. You turn a corner and think you see something. Before you can make sense of anything, she is there.

Immaculate in every way, she offers to be your escort to help you get acquainted with your new home for the next few months. You protest, not wanting to take up her time, but she insists.

You try to strike up conversation as you walk, but her every word is terse and to the point. She seems almost too perfect. So feels cold, as if an ice cube in her hand would never melt.

As she escorts you back to your quarters, you thank her and go to bed early.

When you wake up the next day, she is waiting to escort you. She always will be.