At the National Aerospace Laboratory in Nechyae, Tony Simpson, the director of the facility, stared at the massive monitors, his brow deeply furrowed. "Magnetic interference from the satellite has caused a micro-deviation in the space station's orbit. We need to run the recalculations and resolve this immediately."
The atmosphere in the room turned deadly serious. Everyone prepared to dive straight into the complex algorithms.
I lowered my head, my fingers hovering over my keyboard, ready to type, when Tony suddenly patted my shoulder. "Come with me."
I blinked in surprise but obediently followed him out of the lab. I had only been at the facility for a week, and though Tony had been incredibly kind to me, he rarely singled me out. I couldn't help the anxiety gnawing at my stomach.
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