Gym
<< From: Nieves' quarters
The sight that greeted Micaela once she had arrived in the gym caused her to roll her eyes; though a moment later she regretted it. The regimented military life didn't sit well with her, and the thought of running laps first thing in the morning seemed more like mental conditioning than physical conditioning, but she supposed it was probably for the best.
As long as they were all on the same side she wanted them prepared and ready for anything that might come at them. But she found it hard to not wonder what would happen if the guys with the guns decided that they weren't on the same side as those without.
The woman didn't suppress the concern or dwell on it, she simply let it rattle around in her head until it was spent and another took its place. Over the course of 10 minutes she considered no less than the state of Marco, how angry Lou was going to get when Micaela called her Lou to her face, whether she should actually do some exercise of her own, whether wearing the same clothing two days in a row would count as a fashion faux pas in this brave new world, if there were places on Marco that Marco was programmed to be blind to, if one of these sweating young men would get her knocked up for the propagation of the human species and what kind of mother she would be.
Not might be, would be. She thought she was okay with the notion that she didn't really have a choice in the matter (or more appropriately, that by choosing to hitch a ride on the Marco Polo she had chosen to help with the whole continuation of the human race thing), that the survival of the species depended on the diversity of the gene-pool, but as a shudder passed through her it was clear that she still had some emotional issues to work through. This thought she did actively chase away, focusing on the gym around her and relieved to find that the meeting was about to start.
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