Dr. Horace Campbell looked longingly at the Interplanetary Port that would take him towards a new job in another planet, something he felt he needed badly as it could give him a fresh start in life. Once a promising researcher, a string of unlucky investigations that led nowhere quickly chipped away at his reputation and his possibilities to get funding for further projects, even if you couldn't accelerate the research process and even if the Confederacy was going through a period of strong economic growth, if you didn't deliver results in enough time your job started to get questioned.
Now having to deal with a less prestigious role trying to squeeze more efficiency from the already productive Uranium-355, the effects of a frustrating an underwhelming career showed not only on his behavior and mannerisms, from a motivated academic to a jaded pragmatist, but also on his body, with his 250lbs frame moving with slight difficulty towards the registration line and inevitably bumping into a couple of customers that shot him a displeased look before conceding him more space on the line.
Dr. Campbell thought that a new start in another planet would be just what he needed to get his whole life back on track, the easier in theory job would allow for a better work life balance and give him more time to both rekindle the passion for research and sort out his weight problems. With a sigh of frustration at having to wipe sweat from his forehead after what admittedly was a small walk, he mentally prepared himself for the new adventure.
As he waited for the ship he looked around and did what everyone else does, check that his belongings were in order, a small luggage and a backpack all he needed for this new start. The company promised him an attractive enough relocation package, and knowing beforehand everything would be prepared for his arrival helped him made a last decision to restrain his curiosity and avoid watching information and news about New Virginia. All he needed was the basics, fertile planet with lots of Uranium-355 reserves and a population that predictably revolved around this main economic activit, but nothing about its geography, population of local culture if any. He passed the time in silence on his seat watching the security officers work tirelessly to ensure a safe trip and the only odd thing he noticed was a couple of times he received strange looks, not the usual ones of displeasure he had to learn to endure for his overweight condition, but with seemingly more.. interest? He didn't think much of it though and just keep patiently waiting for his flight
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