Finding Self

[Boss]

Hey, Chuck, Sandra pulled out the clipboard. Lets run through this again. I know youre tired of these drills, but we need to make sure weve got it down pat. Just once more, okay?

Sandy, Ive told you. I know what Im doing. Go in, find the little beacon thingy, and send it back to you. Easy. Just gotta stick it in the sims Rack. Then I find my way back, and what-do-ya-know, the project is a success, and we all go get drunk. Everybody wins, right?

Sandy just grinned and jotted down a few notes. She had been a librarian on West Point before being tapped to join the project dubbed Mindspace. She was a likeable sort, with a large smile and dimples. She was also very short, about 5 2, and had a temper to match. Today, at least, she was in a good mood.

Charles, or Chuck, by contrast, was a good 63?, with the sort of rugged strength normally associated with mountaineers around him. He HAD been a mountain climber, but after a fall that almost cost him his life, he decided to take up the less dangerous pursuit of flying experimental spacecraft. At least that way you didnt have to see what killed you. Hed been picked for the project for several reasons: he had the mental keenness it was expected to take, he was crazy enough to agree, and he had no family in the unlikely event something went wrong.