Belaboring The Decision
Shayla was devastated. She ran to her dwelling. Why, oh why, did I yearn for a quick resolution? Upset, she looked around to vent her frustrations on any piece of unwanted furniture, but nothing personal adorned her walls. She wished she was back home on Al’Amal. Her mother always had baroque and utterly useless items scattered around the house. When Shayla first came to the E.C., she had vowed that her new place would be a model of efficiency, and nothing at all like her parents’ home. Now, that decision annoyed her. All the furniture was automated and held up to her human physical strength. She punched a button hard to bring up a sheet from the ground that turned into her table.
Infuriated, Shayla screamed into a pillow. Everything that she had worked so hard fo
