“What did you want to be?” Donnelly asks. “When you grew up?” Grant thinks for a long while, finally shrugs. “I dunno. I was going to study computers when I got to college.” “No aspirations to command a starship, then?” Grant looks at the bridge around them. The crew she’s set to command. The lives in her hands. Smiles wryly. “Not really.” Donnelly looks at Grant. Hard. She reaches into a pouch on her tac armor, hands the other girl a folded-up sheet of paper. Written on the outside in Donnelly’s handwriting are the words OPEN IN CASE OF EMERGENCY. “Well,” Donnelly says. “I think you’re gonna
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