Why her parents named her Fleur De Lila, she never knew. They died while parasailing when their suncatchers failed on the trip from Mars to the moon base.
Fleur De Lila double-checked the batteries on her gravity-compensating leggings and put away her breakfast dishes.
As Deputy Program Director, she was responsible for scheduling the activities of interplanetary test and evaluation (T&E) teamwork-in-action (TIA), which inevitably caused every new team member to joke there is an "I" in team, after all.
Today, a sol full of meetings would keep her thoughts occupied.
Tonight, she'd contact Earth and arrange for her surrogate self to attend a gala honouring her son's CEO ascendency.
A surrogate on Earth was one of the perks of Fleur De Lila's job position.
Eased the pangs of feeling the drastically changed quality of life away from home.
Somewhat.
She could order up food from her favourite global restaurant chain or even a few local dives from her hometown but eating reengineered food or using the proximity of surrogacy didn't help her discover new smells or make instant quantum connections with strangers.
Maybe her colleagues in T&E TIA had friends or family working on the next version of "being there."
If only unemployment wasn't so high back home.
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