The inside of the captain’s office was white, without any
trace of the red dust that permeated every other part of the planet that I had
seen.
“Yes?” she asked after the door slid shut behind me.
“I’m here about missing cargo.”
“You’re the freighter captain?”
I took off my respirator and rubbed my face. I could feel
the red dust that caked my face where it hadn’t been protected by the mask.
“Yes,” I replied, inhaling the air and noticing how it
didn’t scratch my throat.
The captain gestured to a chair, with a metal frame and white
cushion.
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