Kyra— Fuschia, Colony Planet

Kyra pours the cup-of-pasta into a glass bowl in attempts to make her pathetic dinner fancier. It doesn’t work. Instead of eating crappy dehydrated homeworld food in a Styrofoam cup, she gets to eat crappy dehydrated homeworld food in a bowl…which she now has to wash.

Her TV turns on automatically when she sits down in her chair. It knows her so well. Her jacket reads her body temperature and decides to show her some sappy romantic show about a hospital that sends half of its doctors to Fuchsia to provide for the colonists. Apparently every single couple was forced to split, but most are trying to make long distance work. At least two (who are dating different people) are sleeping with each other on Fuchsia, understandably.

The show creators have clearly never been to Fuchsia, since somehow the new doctors manage to walk around outside without oxygen tanks, but Kyra doesn’t correct the TV. It’s her guilty pleasure after long, stressful days.

She finishes the fake pasta, ignores the stomachache it gives her, and goes looking for that ice cream she hid in the freezer a week ago. It’s strawberry, which means it’s also from the home-world, but frozen food usually tastes better than the dehydrated stuff.

Kyra picks up her device; the TV anticipates and shows her social accounts on a second screen. She flips through pictures of purple waterfalls, cities silhouetted against purple skies, and selfies of homeworlders with white around their iris and colonists with pink. She sighs and her TV brings up a game. Her devices turns into a game controller, but that’s not really what she wants. She closes her eyes and the TV switches from the game show to some soft music. She sleeps.