Everything to nothingJacinta works in the multiplexer group at the megastructures up on Ganymede. They're building containment grids for wormholes, vast hexagonal meshes where each spline is maybe a kilometre long and they hang in orbit like a jet black openwork bracelet forming up around the small moon.
Multiplexer is one of the most specialised roles. Each piece of the mesh is partly structural, partly energy grid, and partly calibration for the continuum-tearingly powerful wormhole fields we learned how to power up after reverse engineering the much smaller portals they found buried on Mars. So not only do you need a fleet cloud of automechs to slot all the enormous pieces into place, you also need someone there in the middle of it with all the 'mechs slaved to their senses so they can see and feel it all coming together in the right orientations to calibrate the containment.
So Jacinta hangs there, bulky in the power assist armour of her vac-work gear, the angular limbs glittering in the glow of
Not another sawing "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome back on stage the incredibly lovely LISA !! "
Lisa took a deep breath and strode back into the spotlight. Enjoying the warm welcome she bowed gently then struck a confident pose. The first part of the show had gone smoothly enough. During the interval she had slipped out of the halter top dress she had been wearing to reveal her costume for the big illusion this evening. Although costume was rather overstating things. Lisa was in fact stood under the bright white lights wearing nothing but a dusting of gold and silver glitter between her legs and around her nipples. It covered very little and hid nothing. She loved it.
Trying to effect an air of casual confidence Lisa watched as Matt positioned the next prop. She wasn't really listening to his banter. The trick seemed to consist of nothing more than a frame about six foot square set vertically on a raised platform. It looked a bit like an empty picture frame seemingly only a couple of in