Cute short story and a little cynical, angels at work terraforming Mars, or are they working?
Set fifty years in the future, with achievable technologies. Lucilla is one of the scientists observing the bacteria engineered to terraform Mars. Her quiet life is overturned by a series of disasters. Can she find love in spite of her weird artificial eyes?
The buzz of the com interrupted her perusal of the menu items. Jasper’s hawk avatar flapped across the screen. Lucilla stifled a pang of regret that she couldn’t see his face. Of course, she had met him. He had flown her from the orbiting spaceship down to her station on Mars. But they had both worn helmets and their faces were distorted by the visor. Cocking her head expectantly, she hit the switch, and prepared to enjoy his call. The daily exchanges with Phobos station added a comic touch to her life.
“Phobos to Mars three. Jasper here with a song for Lucilla, Lu, Lu, cilla, cilla, la, la, la,” he warbled in falsetto, and then dropped into his normal baritone, “How are you, Lucilla, babe?”
Lucilla was torn between laughter and annoyance at his honeyed words. She cringed inwardly. He would never call her babe if he saw her scarred face. It was best to ignore his silly song and sweet words, “Mars three to Phobos. Hello Jasper, I’m fine. Just watching the angels grow as usual. Any news from the moon?”