GENRE: Science Fiction Romance
I could be captain of that ship.
Tamarja Chase watched the freighter activate its sublights and glide clear of the slipstream. She would have banged her head against the viewpane in frustration, but she already looked crazy staring off into space. She didn't want to cause a scene. She could not afford to have security escort her back to her quarters.
Dawn's corona, visible again once the slipstream closed, edged its way across her view.
I need to get off this Station.
She loved flying. The freedom of slicing through clouds and swooping over the great cities of Bregarlos never failed to alleviate her sorrows. Manitac Corporation, of course, never missed an opportunity to exploit a talent for its own advantage. Two years of training had only given her a class III pilot's license. Atmosphere restricted. Spaceflight remained off limits.
Gray fog clouded her eyesight as her thoughts drifted into forbidden territory, beyond her unexplained desire to fly among the stars. Gritting her teeth to hold back her rising despair, Tamarja spun away from the viewpane and tried to focus on something else, but the lounge, filled with uncomfortable furniture and bright advertisements for Manitac products didn't give her a lot of options. The block Manitac had placed on her memory after her conviction was selective. It allowed her to live and work, but not to remember her past. Manitac had trained her to fly, but not too far and not too fast.