Sociopath

Ever since I was little I’ve wanted to go to space. So what if this was just a one-way trip to Mars’ moon Phobos?

Until then, I thought it was named after the god of fear because Phobos was Mars’ son in mythology. But when we entered its atmosphere, the entire cabin exploded in panic—screaming, hiding, running. The moon itself generated fear.

So this was what happened to “enemies of the state”: shipped off to a distant rock to sob and writhe perpetually. I watched my fellow passengers floundering, fascinated.

Back home, people always said I had no fear.