It is why my mother chose the name for me. By the time of my birth, she was hoping for some sort of miracle. My older sister, Neptune, was already disappointing at five years old. She was born what Mother called a “pre-War thinker.” Neptune didn’t understand the concept of following orders—she was always questioning things, the way people did before the 2013 War of the Nations. Her questions, defiant, inappropriate, and ceaseless, set Mother on edge. Or so I am told.  When I was born, Mother wanted something different. She wanted a child who’d be born obedient as she had been, a child who shared her love for New Amana and everything for which it stood. Mother believes that women named after manufactured satellites are inferior. It might sound ludicrous, but she does have a point. After all, these satellites were put in the air by men when the world was in their charge, and look how that turned out. She’s always said she doesn’t understand why mothers would name their daughters after celestial objects created by the very people we now dominate—for their own wellbeing, and ours.
What do You think about Moon (Glimpsing Stars, 1.5) (2013)?
