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mentally, while o<strong>the</strong>rs I hadn't really given thought to.<br />
I heard Chuck's headset before he glided into <strong>the</strong> exercise<br />
chamber. His head bobbed to whatever grinding cacophony he<br />
pumped into his brain at full volume. Even past <strong>the</strong> high quality of<br />
his earphones I heard tinny throbbing sounds pounding across <strong>the</strong><br />
small room.<br />
He nodded at me, keeping time with <strong>the</strong> beat of his music.<br />
"Susan," he said, by way of greeting. He drifted past me to <strong>the</strong> bench<br />
I'd just left <strong>and</strong> began strapping himself into <strong>the</strong> machine.<br />
I wanted to say something about <strong>the</strong> hundredth day. I want to<br />
say: Hey, Chuck, maybe we should have a party, celebrate <strong>the</strong><br />
halfway-halfway-<strong>the</strong>re mark?<br />
But he was breathing in time to <strong>the</strong> movements of <strong>the</strong> exercise<br />
machine, his head still bobbing slightly to <strong>the</strong> enraged-sounding lyrics<br />
tinnily wafting from his earphones. I watched <strong>the</strong> muscles of his neck<br />
for a moment: tense, <strong>the</strong>n relax, tense, <strong>the</strong>n relax.<br />
I gripped <strong>the</strong> rim of <strong>the</strong> open doorway <strong>and</strong> pushed myself into <strong>the</strong><br />
hall, expertly gliding all <strong>the</strong> way back to my personal quarters without<br />
having to touch <strong>the</strong> walls more than twice.<br />
I needed to look at my calendar.<br />
* * *<br />
I refreshed myself as best I could with our shipboard<br />
facilities. What passed out here for showers <strong>and</strong> cleanliness was<br />
nothing of which my mo<strong>the</strong>r would ever have approved. Hardships to<br />
her would not have included going without a real bath for over a year:<br />
that would simply have been inconceivable.<br />
But we had an excellent moisture reclamation system. The<br />
latest technological advances, <strong>and</strong> more luxurious facilities than any<br />
crew before us. I, of course, was <strong>the</strong> main experiment of this<br />
particular voyage: <strong>the</strong> first woman, <strong>the</strong> addition to <strong>the</strong> physical <strong>and</strong><br />
psychological makeup of a manned voyage to <strong>the</strong> only o<strong>the</strong>r true<br />
planet Earth has ever sent her emissaries to touch down upon. I was<br />
<strong>the</strong> wildcard.<br />
It wasn't me <strong>the</strong>y wanted data on, of course. It was really <strong>the</strong><br />
crew with me. Or perhaps it was all of us. In space, in our truncated<br />
warren-like corridors <strong>and</strong> small chambers <strong>and</strong> tinted glass stronger<br />
than steel, it was easy to feel gerbil-like. Rat-like, if one were to give<br />
proper credit to <strong>the</strong> more intelligent of maze-navigators <strong>and</strong> puzzlesolvers,<br />
rodentarily speaking. What do rats do when presented with<br />
A? How do <strong>the</strong>y solve <strong>the</strong> problem of B? I could insert variables:<br />
cramped spaces, limited company, boredom, a female.<br />
But no; none of that is quite fair. Every one of us aboard had<br />
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