"I don't want to change," she said, in the stubborn voice of a child. Didn't want to admit she could be happy without him; didn't want to do things that she was only going to have to repeat to him, second-hand, not being able to have him right there right now to experience them with her. Didn't want to risk falling in like - or worse love - with someone who was not him.
"I am going!" She flicked on the holographic display for her terminal - nothing but the best for her - and showed her schedule for the next week, the next month, the next year, the next five years. Barring a battle or other emergency, she could place where she would be and what she would be doing for the next decade.
There were notes through the later part of her schedule. 'Possibility of senility >20%', 'Extended exertion impossible; change exercise program', 'Food requirements decrease; cut back on meal schedules', and so on. The notes got thicker and thicker, until in about thirteen years they said 'Possibility of death >90%; transition all projects'. And then nothing.
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"I am going!" She flicked on the holographic display for her terminal - nothing but the best for her - and showed her schedule for the next week, the next month, the next year, the next five years. Barring a battle or other emergency, she could place where she would be and what she would be doing for the next decade.
There were notes through the later part of her schedule. 'Possibility of senility >20%', 'Extended exertion impossible; change exercise program', 'Food requirements decrease; cut back on meal schedules', and so on. The notes got thicker and thicker, until in about thirteen years they said 'Possibility of death >90%; transition all projects'. And then nothing.