Chapter 34
Seetha leaned against the curved white wall of the shuttle corridor, staring at the matching oval door to her cabin. No feature broke the sameness of her surroundings. Curving ceiling in the same gleaming white, with a slight turn to the left keeping the ends of the corridor out of sight. Flat black floor, more grippy than smooth, but every bit as spotless.
The air felt as sterile and unchanging as the walls. Flat, dry. The only scents she could pick out were a faint, sharp antiseptic and her own sweat.
The bland flavor of breakfast lingering on her tongue, an inoffensive blend of grains and protein she couldn’t recognize, did nothing to ease her sensory boredom.
She’d never truly understood why she always felt so driven to decorate her bedroom back on the grow station with
