In all honesty, I felt ready. I had the mask, I had the job, and everything in my mind was aligned to walk into the evaluation center and get an astronaut gig on the spot. The Mr. Angel persona was perfect—serene, mysterious, and cool as hell. I even imagined the cameras would flash as I marched in, the world watching as I began my journey to the stars.
But something was off.
I reached for the list of skills in my system, ready to check if I had them, the skills I needed to soar into space. I browsed through it quickly, but my heart sank as I scrolled past the usual list from my Constructing Worker skills to my Firefighter skill to even my Detective skills… But there was nothing. No astronaut skills.
Nothing that resembled the kind of expertise needed to even sit in a spaceship, let alone navigate it through the vast void.
