Alex's Alien Adaptation
“I just worry about you being all alone out there.”
The holographic view screen cast a bright, bluish-white light around the dim cockpit, illuminating Alex Varner’s face. The pilot and lone crewmember of the “Sparrow” held her head in her hand, a frown forming on her face. She thought she could avoid that topic for once, but, as with most of her calls back home, her mom just couldn’t resist bringing it up.
“Mom, I’m not alone out here,” she sighed. “It’s not like I coop myself up in this ship whenever I head back to station.”
“I know, I know,” her mother relented, concern still etched on her face. “I just worry about you. Going off for days or weeks without anyone to talk to- “
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” The faster she could get her mother to stop grandstanding once again about how she, a 27-year-old surveyor, hadn’t found the love of her life, the