"Until then, you are Redundant," Monica confirms. She stops and presses a panel. A bulkhead slides open and we step into a brightly lit anteroom.

"After the Exchange, there will be a lot of paperwork," I defend my role.

"After the Exchange, there will be a lot of paperwork," I defend my role.

Monica turns to give me a funny look, "You didn't," she said, "but anyways, at this time, you are redundant."

"You guys don't miss anything," I quip, "Next thing you will be telling me is the name of the young lady I took to my prepatory institute's springtime soiree."

Monica continues, "Your family name is Scurridae, mid-level civil-servants from the planet Canceria. As a sub-archivist your purpose on this assignment is to provde a back up for the primary arch8ivist who is now presently berthed on the Rising Star."

"Small ship the young lady says with a straight-face, "Name's Monica." She motions for me to follow her down a passageway that I hadn't noticed. The pain moves to my neck.

I stop. Now my shoulder and my elbow are both hurting, "I've only had that nickname for a couple centons," was all I could think to say.

I stop. Now my shoulder and my elbow are both hurting, "I've only had that nickname for a couple centons," was all I could think to say.

"Scurry, may we talk?" she states.