The soft blue glow of her monitors reflected off of Sam’s glasses, the only light in the dark bedroom. Although it was a bright, early summer morning, Sam had the curtains drawn tight over the single window; it could have been a dark and stormy night for all she cared or noticed. Sam tilted her head in thought, If there was a storm, she would need to back up her work, but otherwise it wouldn’t matter.
Sam finished the line she was typing and pushed herself away from the holo-monitors, taking off her glasses to rub fatigued eyes. It was morning again, and she hadn’t slept a wink all night. Her stomach growled, reminding her that it was probably long past time to eat.
With a sigh, she levered herself out of her chair, the latest in hover technology it powered itself down as she stood up, even as the lights in her room turned on, sensing that she was no longer at her desk.
Sam stretched, grabbed a pullover to keep her housemates from getting upset at her walking around without pants, and left her room in search of food.
“Long night, Sam?” A voice called to her from down the hall. Sam glanced over, brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes, and grinned at Jayme, raising her hand slightly in greeting, a sheepish look on her face.
“Yea, time got away from me, again. Need grub.”
“Lucky for you, the drones just brought another delivery. Kitchen’s stocked. Oh, and your rent is due tomorrow, don’t forget.”
The grin dropped from Sam’s face. Rent. That was why she had pulled the all-nighter, she had to turn in this project today or there went her rent money. This freelance business was not working out quite as she had hoped. When business was good, it was great! But as soon as it dried up for any reason, well, then she would be pulling all-nighters for shitty pay.
Waling into the kitchen, Sam pressed the button on the side of the fridge that caused its doors to become transparent, allowing her to peer at the contents without opening the doors. Jayme was right – the fridge was full, and yet nothing appealed to Sam. Finally, she just grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and flopped down on the couch, putting her feet up on the armrest and stretching out along its length.
“TV – turn on, change to AEC.” The TV obediently turned itself on and changed the chanell over to AEC, Adult Entertainment Channel, where a foul-mouthed cartoon character was chasing a scantily-clad animal around. Sam thought it might be a goose, but it had been so long since she’d bothered to read about the extinct animals, that she couldn’t quite be sure. Either way, the cartoon was a welcome break from the coding she had pulled herself away from; something she didn’t need to think about to be able to enjoy. Perfect.
Sam jerked upright when the half-eaten apple rolled from her fingers, “Shit!” She shouted, looking around, “How long was I asleep?” The TV was showing some comedic news program now, instead of the cartoon she drifted off to, and the HUD on the TV was showing 10:49 in bright numbers. “Shit!” Sam cried again, scrambling to her feet. “It’s due in an hour, a fucking hour!”
Racing back to her room, ignoring the laughter coming from Jayme down the hall, Sam slid into her chair and shoved herself across the room to her desk where she stared at the blinking cursor that marked her place. “Shit!” She swore again, her fingers flying over the holo-keyboard at breakneck speeds.
For the next hour, Sam’s fingers raced the clock as she strove to finish the work before her deadline. A deadline that, if she missed it, would mean no pay and no second chance with the firm, one of the few that was offering freelancer work to someone like her, a vibrant-haired, half-mutant raised on the streets and in the holo-bars. The clock read 11:56 as she attached the file to an email and pressed send, watching anxiously as the bar slowly filled to indicate her email had been sent successfully.
“Oh thank fuck.” Sam breathed when the bar finished and her clock still hadn’t reached noon. She had done it. The funds would be deposited within six hours, and she wouldn’t need to worry about this again. At least not until next week, when she had to fork over her share of the food budget.
Leaning back in her chair, waving the monitors off, Sam closed her eyes and enjoyed the stillness, broken only by the steady hum of her PC fans.
Still leaning back in her chair, Sam began to softly snore as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with neon lights and looming deadlines.
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