Homeworld
It had been a long day, and Em was getting impatient. Em dropped files onto the office’s server and flopped onto the office chair. The psych opposite them skimmed through some pages, then turned back to Em. “Everything seems to be in order—” “Em.” “—Em. So let me ask you this. You’re obviously qualified to emigrate, but the Company’s interested in long-term commitment and stability. I have to ask, why do you want to leave Earth?” ...