The Lunar Project.
A project, dedicated to showing the world that space could be easily accessible, to even the most commoner of commoners.
Comprising 15 people in total, the project included people of all paths of life, ranging from just a regular person, to some of the people who have everything they could possibly wish for, including wealth, fame and fortune.
The participants would then live two years on a space resort, with easily accessible internet and anything they would ever need, to promote space colonization. As well as promotion of travel and migration to live on different planets other than Earth of course.
One of the most popular singers was going to be on that project, Mercury Lyza, a popstar with billions of fans, hailing all across the Earth Federation. Or that famous live-streamer who I had forgotten the name of, who was also popular, and also very, very wealthy is on the project too. I do recall his name started off with a K and sounded like "Keharde", although I am mildly sure I am wrong.
Of course, there is also a very, very handsome technician on board. Aka, me! Colt Braham, at your service! Not to sound too narcissistic but, yes, it is me, Huzzah!
Although it would normally seem almost impossible for me to get on this project… Lets just say I got hooked up from one of my connections, if you know what I mean. But come on, even a regular guy got on board the Lunar Project, it can't be that amazing if I did too, right?
As I straightened out my tie, I could just imagine all the wealth and fame I would get after this project. If I just sat back down, relaxed, and tried not to screw up this gig, I could probably secure a lot of potential jobs, just from name and face value from showing up there! I could probably even show up on national television, and that fatty paycheck for being on here, is well worth it.
All I had to do was to sit there and watch the show, as I gain fame and fortune just by sitting there with the famous people.
As I finished my day dreaming, I realized that it was about time to go. I grabbed my trusty toolbox, and headed out the door. I beamed. Today was the day I finally could get my worth.
…
Once I had arrived, I was greeted by an overbearingly tall building, with a large sign that read "National Space and Aerodynamic Administration For The Bright Future Of Humanity, aka NSAABFH". I looked up with a complicated look in my eyes and slowly mused about my prospects while I had completely ignored the ridiculous name. As I approached it, all I could feel were the nervous chills down my spine and my beating heart, that felt like it could beat out of my chest. This was it. This was the pearly path to my future.
I had the sneaking urge to just jump up and yell "Hallelujah!" in my joy and nervousness, thankfully, I didn't. I just opened the doors and stepped inside, feeling a cool breath as if the wind was encouraging me.
It was today that I and my new crewmates would go up in space, as well as history. It was also the first day I would meet them. I mean, in my opinion, this is an extremely dumb idea. Considering that we would be crewmates for the next two years in space. Like, at the very least, we should have taken personality tests or something. Or at least meet each other.
But, no. NSAABFH and the World Federation were being awfully arrogant and wanted to show their citizens that anyone can live in space. No matter if you knew them since they were snot-eating brats or instead if you had never met your future space companions before.
So, that's exactly what they did. We were lawfully banned from making any contact with our crewmates, until this very day, to simulate space travel for the average person. They did this probably just to boast their asses off, after this was successful, to cultivate propaganda.
I mean, I know what you are thinking. "Why would an organization that controls the entire planet need propaganda?" Well of course it would need propaganda, even if it does control the entire world, there's always some kind of nasty group that tries to aim at its neck, and that is their very own people.
The World Organization always kept a tight leash on us, and I think it always will, from now to forever.
Anyway while my thoughts started to get off-track, my manager immediately ushered me in with a furious expression on his face.
"Ugh. You are late. All the other crewmates are in the back waiting for you, and look at you! I called you on the phone a million times." My manager had his eyebrows turned downward, as he grumbled to me in a low angry voice.
"Sorry manager, I totally overslept." My voice slowly trailed off as I made a half-hearted excuse. I could not tell him that I was daydreaming this whole time, or I would be reprimanded even more.
Although I excluded my real reason for being late, my manager still exploded.
"Do you know how much my paycheck gets cut, every time you are damn late?! It's a damn large amount! Hurry up and get your ass over there!"
"Sorry I-"
With that, he grabbed me by my clothes, and led me over to an isolated room, giving me no space to refute his angry remarks.
"Hurry up and get in there!" My manager pushed me into the room, and slammed the door shut. An awkward silence arose as I stared at the room full of people.
Eleven people spanned across the spacious room. Including myself, that easily made twelve. I sighed in relief, that I was not the only one late to the party. A strange sense of self confidence welled up inside me, seeing that I was not alone as a late person.
"Oh! Another one came?" An energetic looking girl with caramel colored curly hair in a ponytail clapped her hands together, and beamed.
"You are late. It has been almost thirty minutes already. It's about time to start and get to the point already. No need to wait any longer to introduce ourselves" A reclusive man with long green hair and sharp eagle eyes, looked at me with a condescending gaze, and a blank face.
"Aww, come on! There are still like- uhh… One, two, three... Yep! We should be missing three more people! I think." A girl with messy light pink hair and a ditsy face exclaimed with a smile as she shot an annoyed glance at the green haired man.
Immediately I was hit by a stunning amount of talking as the eleven strangers, that would soon be my determined crew-mates, started to scan me, from head to toe.
I was starting to get a little nervous, as I soon took up a chair and sat down at a spacious table with the eleven others.