TITLE: Dancing with Androids
GENRE: YA sci-fi
The exit door of the ship slid open with a whoosh and I stepped into the spaceport on Roxanna, wishing I hadn't fallen for another of Dad's crazy bets.
If I lost the ballroom dance contest on this planet, it was Space Cadet School for me, then serving aboard Dad's super-cruiser. If I won, he'd let me audition for the New York City Ballet, my lifelong ambition.
"Okay, so it's a deal?" Dad had said in his charming talk-me-into-anything voice.
I knew about as much about ballroom dancing as I did fixing a star cruiser, and I'd only been to Roxanna once, but I vowed to win the contest. So, I signed Delilah Jones on the contract he handed me.
Now, wobbling along the spaceport hall in knee high boots with chunky heels and automatic zipper buckles, I pushed the Acclimate button on the chest of my pink atmosphere suit.
"We are sorry, but the satellite for this model is being repaired," a seductive male voice said over my computer smartphone.
I was pretty sure the Intergalactic Council, who made all decisions about our lives, chose that kind of voice to distract us from their horrible service.
"Repaired? Again?" Aching with fatigue and frustration after a long and twice-delayed flight, my brain buzzed and my body kept veering to the right. The error message from my phone meant the infrastructure was disintegrating.
The hair on the back of my neck jumped to attention. What I saw sent shock waves through me.