StoryADay: They Said It Couldn't Be Done
Anne Marie turned to look at the crowd behind the glass, a breathless group with mouths agape and eyes wide. She smiled and turned back to the console in front of her. Although she had just glanced at the group, she had recognized a few faces immediately. Her mother, who always supported her. Her father, always distant. But the most important was Jonathan Albertson. Her geology professor at the University of Central Missouri her freshman year.
One corner of her mouth twitched up at the memory of Dr. Albertson lecturing at the front of the class. Speaking to her in his office in that condescending tone. Obviously sure that a mere female knew nothing of the intricacies of science.
Yet, here she was. In the room where it all happens. In control. Her eyes flicked up at the trio of gigantic LCD screens at the front of the room. The map of the moon spread across the screens, but her focus was on the center screen, where the image of three astronauts walking through a clear tube towards the mine filled the view. It was their first day on the job. Within the next twenty-four hours, the first shipment of T3 would be making its way back to earth on a drone.
The moment deserved to be savored. All the 80 hour weeks, eating at her desk, missing family dinners. It was all worth it.
And they said it couldn't be done.
She stood, leaned forward and spoke in an authoritative tone. "Com, do you have audio?"
One corner of her mouth twitched up at the memory of Dr. Albertson lecturing at the front of the class. Speaking to her in his office in that condescending tone. Obviously sure that a mere female knew nothing of the intricacies of science.
Yet, here she was. In the room where it all happens. In control. Her eyes flicked up at the trio of gigantic LCD screens at the front of the room. The map of the moon spread across the screens, but her focus was on the center screen, where the image of three astronauts walking through a clear tube towards the mine filled the view. It was their first day on the job. Within the next twenty-four hours, the first shipment of T3 would be making its way back to earth on a drone.
The moment deserved to be savored. All the 80 hour weeks, eating at her desk, missing family dinners. It was all worth it.
And they said it couldn't be done.
She stood, leaned forward and spoke in an authoritative tone. "Com, do you have audio?"
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