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egun spending hours each day watching <strong>the</strong> live camera feed,<br />
alternating interior <strong>and</strong> exterior shots. I fantasized about being <strong>the</strong><br />
first woman to l<strong>and</strong> on Mars, <strong>and</strong> what that would mean. Once, I'd<br />
had some fairly definite ideas about what that would mean, could<br />
mean; for me, for Earth, for mankind. For womankind. But I seemed<br />
to have forgotten all those things. After two hundred days in space,<br />
<strong>the</strong> things which had once seemed important felt distant, unreal, while<br />
things which had once been inconsequential threatened to overwhelm<br />
me.<br />
I shoved <strong>the</strong> book in my h<strong>and</strong> back under <strong>the</strong> pillow <strong>and</strong><br />
fastened <strong>the</strong> slings of my bedding. I pulled a moist towel from <strong>the</strong><br />
slot beneath <strong>the</strong> mirror <strong>and</strong> ran it across my face <strong>and</strong> neck, smoothing<br />
back my eyebrows, running <strong>the</strong> fingers of one h<strong>and</strong> through my filthy,<br />
unruly hair. I took <strong>the</strong> fastenings out <strong>and</strong> braided it as tightly as I<br />
could, knowing <strong>the</strong>re was little else I could do under ship conditions.<br />
Once we were home I intended to tell <strong>the</strong>m to cut it all off. I'd have to<br />
have someone else to do it, as my muscles would be so weak after a<br />
year <strong>and</strong> a half in space I'd be lucky if I could lift my head. My bones<br />
felt hollow <strong>and</strong> weak just thinking of full gravity.<br />
I exited my cabin, trying to force <strong>the</strong> lines of my face to<br />
smooth. I was filled with inexplicable rage directed at no one. I was<br />
so distracted by <strong>the</strong> noisy static in my mind, in <strong>the</strong> abrupt darkness of<br />
<strong>the</strong> corridor with its meager running lights I sailed straight into Jabril.<br />
Our heads smacked toge<strong>the</strong>r with deceptive, almost slow-motion<br />
force.<br />
Jabril was quicker than I. He saved me from <strong>the</strong> recoil,<br />
catching me <strong>and</strong> turning me against him in such a way that my head<br />
didn't snap back against <strong>the</strong> wall. I pressed a h<strong>and</strong> to my mouth to<br />
staunch <strong>the</strong> flow of blood welling from my split lip. A small trail of<br />
beads rolled across Jabril's shirt collar like a broken str<strong>and</strong> of tiny red<br />
pearls.<br />
Everything drained from me: my unreasonable, unfocused<br />
rage, my roiled feelings of shame <strong>and</strong> anger <strong>and</strong> boredom <strong>and</strong> fear. I<br />
felt deflated. It was as though one accidental whack had knocked all<br />
vitriol from my veins. Some rational remnant of my brain was<br />
shocked to feel myself sobbing. Jabril folded me against him <strong>and</strong> I<br />
clung <strong>the</strong>re, my tears <strong>and</strong> blood <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r inconvenient fluids soaking<br />
into <strong>the</strong> soft fibers of his shirt ra<strong>the</strong>r than becoming messily airborne.<br />
For <strong>the</strong> first time in weeks I felt calm. The incessant buzzing<br />
in my brain, <strong>the</strong> horrible weight of space <strong>and</strong> metal I usually felt<br />
pressing against my body, were gone.<br />
"Shhh. It's all right. Shhh." Jabril stroked my tight-braided<br />
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