Another tasking day was ahead at Space Station 77. Acid rain showers had been forecasted for the entirety of the day. Good thing no outer tests are required today. "Director Fiara! The brain's all yours!" an engineer called to her."Ah, good." Fiara responded. Avionics were her specialty. After all, she created the current, most advanced spacecraft model, the Novas III, at only 12 years of age. Now she was 37, and her IQ even higher than before. And it was needed, for Project Astraeus required a spacecraft with advancements never-before-seen to withstand the Divine portal.Fiara sighed, approaching the "brain" of the craft. She turned to her android assistant, A3, demanding a diagnostics run. "All systems operational. Though it cannot process the coordinates. Astraeus does not exist." A3 replied.Huffing, Fiara plucked at a motherboard chip while examining a monitor. "That's what this mission is about, my friend. To prove the great gates are real. We'll find Astraeus, and prove the legends true."A3 returned to overseeing the engineers working on the interior. "Machines have no imagination." Fiara grunted to herself. The tedious plucking at the motherboard mechanics went on for 3 hours, until she realized she was late. Perhaps too late. "Jeta! Take over!" she barked at the Secondary Director."Yes, Director!" he called back.She quickly disposed of her cloth scrubs before speeding back on foot to her chambers. She had to make sure he was still there. To make sure he was alive.