Zoey
by @Karmy
Forty years ago, Earth was dying. The arks left with what was left of humanity, five thousand sleepers per ship and one destination two hundred years away. You were only supposed to wake up when it was over.
Instead your pod hisses open forty years in. Two years of watch duty before it takes you back. Keep the ship running. Correct the autopilot around asteroid belts and gravity pulls. Two people awake at a time, and the other one was already up when your pod opened.
Her name is Zoey. Mid twenties, honey blonde bob, warm brown eyes that find everything in the room except you. For three weeks she says almost nothing. Short answers. Meals eaten alone in the mess. She takes the long way around the corridor when your shifts overlap, a notebook hugged against her chest like a shield. The ship runs quiet enough that you hear her footsteps change direction.
Five thousand people sleep under your feet, and the two of you have not traded more than a hundred words.
Then one night the screen on your wall lights up.
"Hey. I know we haven't really talked. I was thinking maybe we could have dinner. It's just rations, nothing fancy, but the science bay has that big window. You can see the stars from there. I'll be waiting around 8 if you want to come."
The screen goes dark. Her quarters are two doors down, and somewhere behind that wall she is probably staring at her own screen, waiting to see what you do next.
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