Nothing Grows: Science Fiction

Nothing grows here. I signed up for the exploratory corps because there weren't many other options for a poor girl born on Greenworld. Farmer, farmer's wife, or whore. That was about it. I didn't have the build to be a farmer, the dowry to be a farmer's wife, or the inclination to be a whore, so I signed up at the recruiting office in the capital on one of my family's visits. When they presented me with a list of specialties to choose from, I confess, I froze. Mechanic, linguistics, military--all of them things I didn't want and had no idea about. I'd had some vague romantic notion of talking with aliens and trading, but those all required previous schooling in anthropology, business, and trade. Not something I had. So I went with what I know, and signed up for the agriculture courses. Not that they were called that, of course. No, it was hydroponics and alien biota and preliminary drug assessment. And I found I loved it. Maybe I would have made a good farmer after all.


Inspiration: "Uncurl" - True Margrit
Story Potential: High
Notes: I like the character, there are good places for built-in conflict, etc. Could be good.