A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for

Her fingers followed the curve of the passage way brushing lightly against it’s cool metallic surface as she walked toward the capsule chamber.

She stripped naked carefully stowing her over cloths and under garments in a nearby locker and then carefully lowered herself into the warm gel. With twitching anticipation she plugged in the fibre cable connections that ran along the back of her neck and down her spine. Then with a tightness building inside her stomach, she lowered herself under the gel and sent the first cerebral command to “button up” the capsule in preparation for departure. The arches of her feet always tingled as she thought those first few commands.

The ship began to hum, a slight sound building to a roar as she willed the ships sub warp engines to life, propelling it out from the docking gantry toward the outer area of the stations dock.

“Capsuleer Baud, System – designating release and exit from Zoohen 7… commencing in 3, 2, 1.” she said. Well, it was more of a thought than any vocalization.

“Confirmed. — Release confirmed.” the mortal reported back to her immediately, his disembodied voice echoing in her mind.

‘The universe is mine to command and I have dominion over it,’ she thought to herself as she willed the ship to warp away from the station.

Out here she was truly her own god.