Adam remembered his first meeting with Michaela. Everything he'd heard he knew immediately had been accurate. She was extraordinary. It was just after he had visited the facility that Planet Builders, Inc. had built just for her and her ship. Docking Hanger 12 was the official designation, but over the years to follow it would be commonly known around the planet as "Michaela's Place". Construction had been in the finishing touches stage the first time he'd entered the hanger. The attempt to create a special place for her had seemed to be in good order. Her love of art had been apparent on the walls. Michaela was a talented artist who painted whenever as she put it, "I feel the reds, blues, and greens ready to escape from my fingertips." She would add more he thought as he'd surveyed the area. Adam had seen that a wall's worth of work tables/stations had been built but were bare. When he'd asked he was told, "It's ready for Michaela's touch. She wants to do the final setup." Adam knew that, as an incredibly accomplished pilot, she had earned the respect of all who flew with her. And as a brilliant scientist, her colleagues were constantly astounded with her capabilities. The expeditions she'd lead and the aeroformation advances she had initiated were numerous. Her ability to immediately grasp the need of the moment was legendary. To say nothing of her innate ability to quickly learn and use what she learned to better humanity's foothold here on Mars. His lab had become Michaela's favorite haunt when she was not required elsewhere. His analytical resources and his ability to derive the tiniest bit of information from the data she transmitted to him had made a lasting impression on her. And she thoroughly enjoyed the concerts he and the others held. It was a special bond that she shared with Adam. Capable scientist to capable scientist. Talented artist to talented artist . . . |
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