Nautica { Alone }
She can almost remember the days fresh from Caminus’ academic graduates. Smiling so brightly she believed it would dim the sun.
The planet that worshipped fire, the birthplace of Solus, the Prime of the forge, whose hammer struck so pointedly and with such diligence that she could fuel the creation of suns. This place of divinity and craft, whose very core provided the magma from which to smelt their plating. This Caminus, so brilliant and bright, so surely the people were equally so?
She should think so. But oh, how she had hoped for some form of reprieve from the constant degradation and mockery inflicted during her time on the planet. Even long after leaving, the words of the astute and secular would crowd her module with doubt and regret.
Doubt of her nature, her intellect, her choices in life. Why the life of a scientist when so many like her were good in the arts of dance and design. If not those than certainly architecture, perhaps history would suit her ill-set mind.
But no, she just had to ignore the ways of her people. Naughty, naughty Nautica. To be so different went against the order of all things good on Caminus, and never a day would be spent without the jarring fear of disappointment.
The pursuit of anything else would leave her empty and unfulfilled, couldn’t they see? Her pursuit of sciences was such a grand thing, with it she might discover new forms of creation, without the help of a forge or tome. Her creativity, fuelled by quantum science, was just as bright as the others.
But still, her theories went ignored, her pleas for understanding fell upon deaf audials and blind optics, till not even the street carters would speak with her.
In desperation she fled, not a ship to her name or shanix to her person, to wander the stars in search of answers. But stars cannot talk, and her questions echoed in all manner of emptiness, lonely in their queries and distant in their meaning.