Narrative Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the technical term is orbital debris, but where I grew up, everyone calls it space trash. When people leave their planet and venture out into the black, they take their crap with them, inevitably, some of it gets dropped or lost and ends up drifting out in space. When they decided to go home, it floats awkwardly around planets and moons moving in circles without any direction of its own, pulled along by a force more powerful than itself. That's what I was like the night Varsha asked to see me hope hammered against my ribs as I reached out a shaking hand toward the ID pad for a half second, I considered high tailing it out of there and heading home. I could make up some emergency or say I'd been sick. No one was forcing me to walk inside and face her. All I had to do was turn around and call it a night. That would probably be the smartest idea. Anyway, chances were the whole thing was a trap, but still curiosity tugged at me. What did she want to talk about? Why had she asked me to come here? Was there a reason we hadn't just spoken at work in the end? The need to no one. I squashed my nervousness down and waved my palm over the scanner. There was a blink of blue light as it read the information contained in my ID chip and or veil. Human female, 24 years old, 5.5 ft tall, blond hair, blue eyes. Battle. May judge the scanner, let out a soft chime in the door in front of me, slid back. I took a deep breath and stepped into the capitol lounge. Immediately my heart sank to my knees. The place was elegant. It was like I'd walked into an ocean made of liquid gold everywhere around me, soft light glimmered off of crystal glasses and gilded furniture. String music drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of expensive perfume and imported alcohol. In one corner, a group of Estonian tailored suits discussed a business merger. In another, an executive ordered his data second bottle of 100 year old wine. The whole place sparkled with sophistication and elegance. Maybe I shouldn't have worn my combat boots.