Company Catalyses Misery
Jun 20, 2016 6:45:26 GMT 10
Post by Rachana Roshanara on Jun 20, 2016 6:45:26 GMT 10
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Science Labs, Core Area
The average human lives for two thousand eight hundred days, Rachana had no intention of being an average human but however it was looked at she was at an even third. This alone would be more than enough to make any self centred person place more value on their time, For her perspective mattered little, she had always filled her live with action, action to improve and learn more. More than anything action to challenge herself, to prove what she learned and to other people as well. It was never enough, not that she ever liked too deep at her own motivations. When it came down to it, today was the same as every other day. Action was the death of inaction. Why sit down to a meal when you could be working? Why spend time talking about frivolities when you could be speaking of something useful? Why be polite when you can be expedient? Did you want people to like you or to respect you?
Did it come from an unhealthy respect for work? Where did that come from? Who are you to ask that sort of question? Rachana was eating breakfast at a desk, lamenting the distant niggling homesickness she nursed from time to time. Rolled on a plate next to her were a pair of franken-pancakes, the batter stored on the base with lentils and peas, a few spices that made for something passable if not exactly nice. It was better than the heavy European food and at least somewhat portable. The mess officer could at least be said to be used to her by now, the same could not be said of most of the base personnel. The distance she held herself from them was normal for her, she would say they were a distraction. An astute psychologist might well narrow in on the fact that Rachana did not really understand people. Mathematics, Science, things that were predictable and she had some idea of control over even when an unknown. People, rarely did what she wanted or expected them to. They presented a challenge that she did not know she could beat, thus something to avoid. Rachana did not like psychologists and did not like looking inwardly for the same reason, it didn’t fit her self image.
The easiest way to keep people at arm's length was to dive head first into her projects, like right now. Chewing on a piece of the fusion cooking she checked another model, the base was still so lacking. Deep Space telemetry would take months to set up, more than just the few orbiting satellites they currently had. It was hard enough to detect things back on Earth, here things could be on their doorstep before they knew it. So she was looking at an array being set up in the mountains south of the base, if they could set up a few on other planets, they could cover the entire system. Then, how long did they really plan on staying? How long could they?
Those were question she could not solve and did not care to, the actual feasibility of the plans she was asked to draw up rarely mattered to her. They were something she could solve, she would do so and enjoy it. Swallowing another bite she scratched at her leg before frowning at the screen. It was not entirely her field, there was also a nagging feeling that she was missing something. She was not the type to ask for help, nor was she one to place that much value on the thoughts of others, she’d figure this out.
The shared lab area was an open hall, computers and equipment gathered around the walls with a large meeting table in the middle. This early in the morning it was quiet, the time she liked the best to work. This way she could be off doing something by the time everyone else started and avoid anyone she didn’t need to complete whatever task she was doing.
Science Labs, Core Area
The average human lives for two thousand eight hundred days, Rachana had no intention of being an average human but however it was looked at she was at an even third. This alone would be more than enough to make any self centred person place more value on their time, For her perspective mattered little, she had always filled her live with action, action to improve and learn more. More than anything action to challenge herself, to prove what she learned and to other people as well. It was never enough, not that she ever liked too deep at her own motivations. When it came down to it, today was the same as every other day. Action was the death of inaction. Why sit down to a meal when you could be working? Why spend time talking about frivolities when you could be speaking of something useful? Why be polite when you can be expedient? Did you want people to like you or to respect you?
Did it come from an unhealthy respect for work? Where did that come from? Who are you to ask that sort of question? Rachana was eating breakfast at a desk, lamenting the distant niggling homesickness she nursed from time to time. Rolled on a plate next to her were a pair of franken-pancakes, the batter stored on the base with lentils and peas, a few spices that made for something passable if not exactly nice. It was better than the heavy European food and at least somewhat portable. The mess officer could at least be said to be used to her by now, the same could not be said of most of the base personnel. The distance she held herself from them was normal for her, she would say they were a distraction. An astute psychologist might well narrow in on the fact that Rachana did not really understand people. Mathematics, Science, things that were predictable and she had some idea of control over even when an unknown. People, rarely did what she wanted or expected them to. They presented a challenge that she did not know she could beat, thus something to avoid. Rachana did not like psychologists and did not like looking inwardly for the same reason, it didn’t fit her self image.
The easiest way to keep people at arm's length was to dive head first into her projects, like right now. Chewing on a piece of the fusion cooking she checked another model, the base was still so lacking. Deep Space telemetry would take months to set up, more than just the few orbiting satellites they currently had. It was hard enough to detect things back on Earth, here things could be on their doorstep before they knew it. So she was looking at an array being set up in the mountains south of the base, if they could set up a few on other planets, they could cover the entire system. Then, how long did they really plan on staying? How long could they?
Those were question she could not solve and did not care to, the actual feasibility of the plans she was asked to draw up rarely mattered to her. They were something she could solve, she would do so and enjoy it. Swallowing another bite she scratched at her leg before frowning at the screen. It was not entirely her field, there was also a nagging feeling that she was missing something. She was not the type to ask for help, nor was she one to place that much value on the thoughts of others, she’d figure this out.
The shared lab area was an open hall, computers and equipment gathered around the walls with a large meeting table in the middle. This early in the morning it was quiet, the time she liked the best to work. This way she could be off doing something by the time everyone else started and avoid anyone she didn’t need to complete whatever task she was doing.
