Abandoned World: The Awakening

On this day, she wanted to know more about him. Maybe it would encourage him to do something. After all, there weren't that many people on Apollo 24, and he'd pick someone eventually.

— Do you ever get tired here? When you're working. — she asked, after they'd been working on the schematics of one of the fuel rods for an hour and a half, trying to figure out how to configure it for helium-3.

— I'm more tired when I'm not working," Morgan answered without looking at her. — I'm here on my day off, too.

— And you don't get tired of it? — she moved a little closer to him. Just a little. The office they were sitting in didn't even have windows to the outside, and given that the entire area was three by four meters, but it was hard to imagine a more intimate setting.

— It happens. — Morgan turned to her and looked straight into her eyes, and there was something in those eyes that showed his returning interest in her. — But it passes quickly when I go back to work… I'm more interested in where we're going to do all this…

— I don't understand you. You mean "where"? What are the options? — She really didn't know what he meant.

— You see, what's working now is a nuclear reactor. And judging by the processes that are going on in it, it's safe to say that if it were to explode, the whole of Apollo 24 would be wiped out. Maybe it wouldn't hit something standing in the distance, but the station itself would be turned inside out in seconds… What we're studying right now is a fusion reactor. Even though it's probably the size of this room, it will be three times more powerful… And the question is, will we be allowed to build it on the station itself?

She really hadn't thought about that at all. To her, even the talk about the explosive danger of their already operating reactor seemed more like scare stories told to keep people awake on the job and to make them more responsible. After all, if it went out, for example, they were just as likely to die as if it exploded, just longer.

— Yeah, you can blow up if you work every day…" she said with a sigh, starting to think it wouldn't work at all. He's too immersed in his activities, obviously, which he enjoys day after day. They say you can fight abusers, but you can't fight workaholics. It's a perfectly legal withdrawal from your personal life, certainly in the conditions we live in.

Morgan smiled, and she thought he looked at the curve of her breasts in the jumpsuit for what seemed like an eternity, but still:

— You say that like you don't even want to live.

— How can you call it life when everyone around you is just thinking about how to do a better job… You know, they often hide behind the desire to get some results, but that's not the point. I've seen how they work — they sit idle, they spend their time for nothing, and there's no use… You need a spark — a desire to find something. When you have it, then you'll get results. And then you will do something with interest, and at some moments you will also delay until you finally get what you are looking for. And you will be satisfied with yourself, and you will want to spend time after that in pleasure… Because you will know that only after having a good rest, you can get a new spark, which will also lead you to the next success… That's what I mean. — Her eyes directly glittered as she said this, with a tone that wasn't instructive or haughty. She just wanted to say that everything has its own time, and the time that you are entitled to should not be thrown away as something unnecessary.

Morgan shook his head affirmatively, looking at the blueprints again. Still, he was handsome, too. Not just smart and calm, but handsome, too. It was the kind of masculine beauty that was not immediately apparent and could not be boasted of as a picture. This beauty is more charismatic, radiant, as if there was a difference between a face made of bronze or shabby paper. This one was made of bronze.

— I take it you didn't have a good time in Texas? — he finally said.

— Not really… You can't argue… Have you ever wondered why our blocks are called that? Like

states?

— No… Somehow I never thought about it… But they are quite logically located on the sides

of the world.

— That's true. But then why is the station itself called Apollo and not America or the United States, for example? We are told that we live in the former USA in North America. Would that make sense? Or if it's a city, why not just call it that city?

— Natalie, this kind of talk… You've only known me for a couple months and already you trust me so much….

— All right. If you can't be trusted, then I'll know… And I'll know what a bore you are. Now

do you see why you're talking about something you can't call life? Everybody's either horny or boring. Sometimes both at the same time.