Casiella sat peacefully in a small nondescript cafe in a quiet little station in a back corner of Heimatar. A steaming hot cup of coffee rested on the table in front of her, the only sound coming from a happy couple chatting nearby and the occasional beep from her security drone floating nearby.
She closed her eyes and reviewed recent data from various research projects. Industrial R&D on a number of ship designs to marginally improve efficiency, development on more effective small ship designs, and Project Sidereal Fusion. This last one concerned her slightly as progress hadn’t come as rapidly as she’d hoped, but it had accelerated during the last week or so and gave her hope. Casi made a mental note to personally check in on the security arrangements soon.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she noticed one of the baristas in the corner giving her the eye. Turning up one corner of her mouth in a wry grin, she closed her eyes and leaned back once more. Coffee had little effect on her metabolism, given what her implant could monitor and control, but she enjoyed savoring the taste of it and the heady memories of university it often brought back to her. Discussing the next revolution until all hours, theorizing what the cluster could look like if they could only succeed, and skewering the latest commentary from the holopundits, she and her comrades from those days had mostly drifted apart once her “pod potential,” as they’d called it, had come to light.
And so now here she was, running her research organization and plotting with the White Rose Society for the next stages of the Sansha Dream. She mused to herself that perhaps not much had changed: lots of people talked about “the revolution,” but few of them, including most of the people she knew now, actually worked to make it happen.
The time had arrived for change. And she intended to bring it.
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