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Stella

Female | 40s

EXTRACT: The force of the decent is pushing my tongue back into my throat I am travelling faster than the speed of sound. This is my past This is my future But I keep going. I shut up and keep going Until one day I don’t I pull over Mission aborted The only way out is to endure it To just face it and not look away I am travelling at 17000 miles per hour Breathe… Just breathe.


Stella

Female | 40s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 15

EXTRACT: I can fix this. I can fix this. I can fix this. That’s what I do. I’m trained to fix things, minimise risks, minimise all of the problems, so that nothing can go wrong. Ever. This is where I use my expertise, and with the clear purpose of inspecting the shuttle’s exterior for damage. I operate the shuttle’s robotic arm, working on the controls and doing the cameras. The bottom line is I look for damage. The tiniest fracture, the smallest piece of debris.