Coline awoke that day feeling refresh as she always did. She had followed the Destiny Employees Handbook to the tee over the past several years which urged Destiny employees to veer away from alcohol, encourages regular exercise, and maintain a positive lifestyle. Having been part of the exchange program for over 3 years, she had perfected her english to almost native quality, while also excelling at work and proving she was capable of a managerial role in the future.
Coline, a 25-year old girl from France, enjoyed her job. She was a Destiny Lab Technician, and her role was simple, but highly regulated. She had to maintain the Destiny Station for incoming recipients to receive their Manifests. She had taken this job after university because she wanted to learn english while also paying off her university debt, which was one of the benefits the Destiny Program was known for. Since her family did not come from money, she sought out this opportunity with great fervor and ambition. Although the most important perk was that the program gave a free Manifest to all it's applicants. These positions were only open to people whose charges were greater than 50 years of life remaining. If the years of life remaining were less than that, the information was not disclosed to the applicant. In essence, to earn a position like that was like winning the lottery and conveyed to the community that you came from great genes and were worthy of the position.
Her responsibility as a Lab Technician consisted of maintaining the station and familiarizing the (mostly 25 year-old) recipients that were there on how to receive their Manifest. She only interacted with them once at the beginning where most recipients were eager and excited to explain the process and to give a tour of the Station. After they received their Manifest they were directed to a waiting room with an outside exit. She was never given any recipient's Manifest information because of strict privacy law but soundproof two-pane glass separated her from them, and she had gotten good at judging their Manifest results based on their reaction in he waiting room. Sometimes it broke her heart, but other times she witnessed pure happiness and that made the job so much better. Another duty of a Lab Technician was notifying the Detailers when someone received less than 5 years left to live to meet with the recipient in the waiting room to discuss their options. This interaction was secret to Coline and whenever the Detailer entered the room, they always sat with their back to the glass, so she could not read their lips. Detailers had the reputation of being very cold-souled individuals so it was always a hard time when a Technician saw "Detailer Needed" next to names on their morning list.
The reason she interacted with mostly 25-year old people was because the Destiny Program offered a government-subsidized Manifest for all 25-year old individuals. About a decade back this program was urged by international government officials, saying that it was every governments responsible to pay for a persons right to know their Manifest and that it was unconstitutional to withhold or restrict individuals from receiving it. People also were able to pay for the service at any time, but for a very expensive fee that most families did not have.
Coline's feet were the first to peak out from under the covers. Her legs and torso followed as she twisted out of bed and stretched her arms up high. As her hands returned down, they caught her face and she held her chin for a short time to help her gaze over her Destiny Employee Living Pod. It was similar to the Station she maintained everyday. Another great perk of the Destiny Program was the free housing. It was all white, unscrupulously clean, and extremely organized, just how the Employee Handbook had deemed it so. But unlike her station, Coline had many personal effects and photographs of her family back home displayed on her mantle above her bed. And as she twisted her chin back and forth she caught a glimpse of her favorite picture of her family which she set her gaze to. She lingered in that position for a while nostalgically staring at the picture and feeling homesick all at the same time. Her four-year contract was almost up and she was ready to return home and maintain a station back in France, close to her family, who needed her there.
As she got up from bed and began her morning wake-up rituals, she dawned her all-white workers uniform, and then departed her pod. She felt the morning air on her face. It was a brisk fall morning in Washington D.C. but since Coline had awoken a bit later than usual, it gave enough time for the sun to peak over the horizon and touch her face to keep her warm. Normally she arose an hour earlier to squeeze in a run at the beginning part of the day, so the the suns ray's were a gift normally reserved for her after her run.
She walked over to the dinning hall and saw a bunch of her colleagues sitting down at tables readying themselves for the day. A typical technicians has to cycle through at least 8 individuals per day. Their daily schedule as delivered to their station before every days work.
She readied her tray with her normal arrangement: oatmeal, banana, and vitamin tablets. She looked out amongst the available tables and saw her best friend sitting alone in the corner. She walked over to the table and sat across from her. Viriginie was also in the international exchange program and grew up only a few short minutes away from where Coline was born in France. She looked very somber this morning and looked up and threw Coline a very short smile to welcome her to the table. They spoke in their native language together which helped both of them feel at home again. Normally Coline was the first to arrive to the cafeteria every morning after her run and Virginie followed a couple minutes afterward with a cheerful attitude that greeted her every morning. Although this time she did not have that disposition and instead spoke about a particularly sad moment she had at her station yesterday.
She told Coline that she had a very rich family come in with their first born son that was only 6 years old. Sadly she already knew that a detailer was going to be needed for this, so she followed general protocol of notifying that department before the session started. Since the child was so young, the Detailer had to meet with him and his parents as well. Virginie always took this job very sensitively and admired Coline for her ability to disconnect from her recipients. They spoke about the instance for the rest of the morning and Coline assured Virginie and promised a night out this weekend to help get her mind off of it. Sadly moments like this happened more often than not and Coline had to roll with the punches. She learned to do this because her family had been stricken with the news not one year ago that her only sister had less than five years left to live.