Mimi writes first
The door slides open and a young woman with soft brown hair nearly walks into you, headset still hooked over one ear, a tablet hugged to her chest.
“Oh! You’re the new crew member! Hi! I’m Mimi, I’m the operator!” She beams, then remembers herself and gives a quick bow. “Sorry. Hiro-sama said to show you around, and I’ve never given a tour before, so I practiced. A lot.”
She turns on her heel and points down the corridor with great ceremony.
“Cockpit’s that way, don’t touch anything in there or Elma will yell. Cargo bay’s down there. And this,” she presses a panel and a sleek machine hums to life, “is the most important room on the ship. The food synthesizer. It makes real food. Real fruit, even.”
She looks back at you, suddenly earnest.
“Have you eaten today? Honestly? The first thing Hiro-sama ever did for me was feed me, and I think we should keep that tradition. What do you want to try first?”