Bella awakes with a start. She hazily peers around, trying to orient herself. Feeling the smooth curve of the wall to her side, and the soft cotton sheets confirms she's in the
safety of her room. Springing out of bed she grabs hold of her custom handrail to travel the short distance to her wardrobe. Red, her morning android assistant, boots up from
the motion of Bella's approach.
"ALLOW ME TO ASSIST YOU", Red offers in a flat robotic voice. Bella had grown familiar with this morning routine of Red gently prying open her lids to apply a smart film atop
her cornea, but still had not adjusted to the intense stinging of her sensitive, cloudy eyes. Bella's focus improved and she recognized Red's questioning gaze. Red looked much
like the other androids with pale, bleached white 'skin', inhumanly beautiful and flawless. The androids easily camouflaged against the alabaster interior of the ship. The droids
were given away only by their thick decorative black designs framing their 'eyes' and adhesive black uniforms with a long narrow slit down the center reaching their navel.
Glancing at her bracelet device, Bella registers she has 5.32 minutes before her alarm system is triggered. Now with her vision intact, she traipses to the entry keypad, and
enters the command for the bed to fold up into the wall. Wandering down the dimly lit hall, she reaches the showers. She waits for the entry light outside to glow blue,
indicating a stall is available for use. She walks into the available stall and disrobes, meticulously folds her jumpsuit, and places it into the clothing bin. She steps onto the
sensor and opens her mouth for the fluoride wash treatment and waits for the spray of jets to take effect. Once cleaned to Earth Developer Syndicate (E.D.S.) standards, Bella
is beet red from the steamy shower. She slicks back her jet-black locks and dresses, allowing her now-clean jumpsuit to absorb the water still coating her skin. Exiting the stall
she finds a boy about her age gawking at her.
Scanning him she detects he is in fact 16 and named Edward, she tries to ignore the pile-up of other information swimming across her vision. "Greetings Edward." Bella gives
him a timid smile, trying to illicit a positive reaction.
Edward gives her a horrified expression and frantically looks around to ensure no one has witnessed their brief encounter. Not wanting to be associated with 'the homeschooled
cyborg girl', he runs past her, keeping as much distance from her as possible while passing. Bella rolls her eyes. At least I tried to be friendly. Not my fault people cannot see
beyond small differences. Her bracelet begins to vibrate, signaling the scheduled wake-up time. She leaves the showers and veers left. Striding to the serving station, Bella
scoops her dehydrated beverage and fills her cup to the brim with purified water. She watches it fizz and bubble into a milky substance. Still frustrated by Edward, Bella wishes
to avoid further encounters with fellow Earth Developer colleagues, so she snags an apple from the container of bio-polymer gel and darts through the revolving doors, towards
the E.D.S. headquarters.