She was so angry at them.
But she was angrier at herself.
She had allowed herself to believe the hype. That she would be famous. Perhaps even rich. Everyone was going to know her name, and they were going to remember it for generations.
Well that bit would be true at least. As she hurtled through space to god knows where, without the crewmates she had been promised, her arm was sore where they had drugged her.
She was just another Laika. Another angry bitch left to die in the unknown because man was too afraid to send himself.
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