This morning, Nana Olbrich, known better as Captain Olbrich, was expecting to receive a new order. She was from the 3rd Fighters Squadron nr 303, nicknamed Alpha Group Team. Her office was on the USS Intrepid Aircraft Carrier. At the moment, Nana was lying down and looking out the big window in her small cabin. She was proud of her position in the General Department of Defense (GDD). However, this day was her day off. She was listening music. Louis Armstrong’s What a Wonderful World was her favorite today. She started to sing it loudly along with Armstrong -
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces, of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying “how do you do?”
They're really saying “I love you.”
Lying on her bed and singing this early morning, her black hair framed her face like a dark wave against the military color of her khaki pillow. Army regulations which determined so much of her life even determined the colors of her room. Without this rules her small cabin would be in the same color.
October 24, 2112, 10:00 A.M.
Finally Nana got up. She took a refreshing, soothing bath and ate quickly her tasty croissant. As usually, it was a chocolate croissant – her favorite. This was her standard breakfast ever since she became captain and had her choice. Depending on her humor, she would occasionally have a coconut croissant - or a strawberry one. Whatever the flavor, the croissant was delivered by robots directly to her kitchen. Everything in her room was arranged exactly as she remembered it from her childhood. Her father, a retired marine, would be proud of her. Nana got today her new orders today. They still glow on the pulsating small flat screen on her night stand. Nana had been feeling that this week would be a special one. She received a promotion and now her fears grow with every minute. She was afraid that her new duties would overwhelm her. The last time she felt like this was when she was a little girl. Her grandfather Emil saved her life pulling her out of 20 yards of an air-shaft. It had taken him over 16 hours.
The massage on the Nana’s cell phone screen was simple:
- “See you at the “GDD” at 11:45 A.M. They chose you to go to the mission on Alamo. Alex.”
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