Re: Space: The Third Story.
Chance's apartment, located on the fifty-fourth floor of a residential high-rise, was a rather nice one-bedroom suite with a living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, dining room, and holographic entertainment system - enough to comfortably sustain one person through the strenuous work schedule of the Manheim Institute. He rented the apartment from the housing provider for 1,875 credits per month, and he owned all the furniture inside. Being a rather wealthy scientist, paid 168,000 credits a year for his work, he didn't need to rely on his Standard Citizen Allocation to survive.
As he waved his hand near the citizenship scanner next to his apartment door, he reflected on what life would be like if he were to rely on his SCA. Ranked as Master Specialist, he would receive board and lodging in a rather Spartan set of living quarters, as well as a clean uniform and a daily allocation of two thousand kilocalories' worth of food and five thousand cubic centimeters of drinking water. Anything else not provided by the employer or the military cost extra.
Receiving the SCA was optional, and Chance chose not to receive it, as he didn't really fancy the food choices the UEF Administrative Service would send in the twice-weekly packages. Besides, he was affluent and successful enough to live without having to lean on the lowest common denominator, a last-resort solution for those without anywhere else to go.
The citizenship scanner beeped once, and the door to his apartment slid open. He stepped into the living room, the door sliding closed behind him, and collapsed on the couch from exhaustion. He sat there for a few minutes, staring at nothing in particular, before picking up a remote control and turning on the television screen.
He tuned to the news channel and watched a short report on unrest on the other side of the Barrier, the local name for the connection between Earth and that other universe where Earth didn't exist. The Talus had unilaterally withdrawn from the Alliance, and conflict was a real possibility.
Chance couldn't bring himself to care too much; the Talus were too detached from life within the UEF to really matter to him. His only fleeting thoughts were about Clay, his brother, and Carl, his father, wondering about how they would deal with the situation.
He was interrupted by a priority broadcast addressed to the research team.
"It works."
Upon hearing these words, Chance was euphoric. He immediately scheduled a celebration for the research team; they had worked long and hard and deserved some time to relax and unwind.