NAME: WITHHELD FOR PRIVACY, SEE HUMAN CAPITAL DEPARTMENT FOR INFORMATION.
PSYCHOPARADIGM:
She told me to reach for the stars, but now that I’m here, I can’t see the sky anymore.
The station felt claustrophobic when I first arrived. It still does. The harsh metal walls confining our horizon to the end of a hallway. The station felt cold, some mechanical coldness that didn't go away with time. The winter coat is in the backroom. Put it on. Maybe making people drinks will help, socialize with a cheerfulness that wasn’t in me before. Their conversations warm my heart, their simple praises shining like gold.
An ice cream. One part ice, one part sugar jug, one part cream, something non-alcoholic for a doctor who can’t afford to drink on the job. The cream follows the metal spoon like prevailing winds, twisting and whirling into a vortex until it dissolves in the sugar jug.
A Manly Dorf. One part beer, two parts ale, for a cargo technician who’s had a rough shift so far. The beer makes the drink foam beautifully, peaking over the brim, fluffy piles clumps together to form an irregularly rounded top like heavy clouds. Does it ever rain in space?
A conflict. A few choice words, a punch thrown, a glass that flies across the bar, it hits me on the top of my head. Blood trickles down from the wound, the numbness feels like it’s from the chill in the autumn air, when the bright blue sky paints a fading memory of the summer before.
A Moonshine. One part vodka, one part whiskey, one part tequila, this time for myself. It warms me from the inside out, like being encompassed by the blazing sunlight, like the adrenaline in my body as the crackling gunfire rings out.
If I fall, just leave me on the ground for a bit. I haven’t seen the sky in so, so long.
RANK: BARTENDER.
AGE: 18
EMPLOYMENT PERIOD: 0 YEARS, 2 MONTHS. [1]
LOYALTY RATING: 3
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