President Seera is used to luxury. Her mansion over looks great expanses of forest, natural lakes, two suns that set in an hour from each other. Her footsteps resound loud in the halls leading to lowered sections of her home. Within the building itself, fifty elite guard her, posted about interior discreetly- some not so discreetly. A hundred more are at rest but can be called to immediate action. Each elite guard splits shifts so as to make sure that the President of the United Forces is under no threat and has optimum twenty-four hour cover.

She enters swimming area. Before her the pool stretches out in a great unbroken, light, sky blue. The lights in the space of recreation come on automatically. When she utters the command, others illuminate the glass domed pool; springing into a flurry of beautiful colours which shimmer on the water and meticulously bounce light to mirrored surfaces. Remembering the dankness, the darkness of her basement flat at college, Seera made a vow to herself- never to live in squalor again.

Her college days were minor though. Years later, the crash. The possibility of death on some obscure planet. The rest of them dead but her. And then, when she had almost resigned herself to the fact of ceasing to be, a rescue. A rescue by a race which later turned out to be more than they appeared to be. Her memory lapsed, awakening to a life that never returned to normal.

"Pool lights," underneath, the water explodes upward from bottom in an array of blues.

She takes off her office robes. Functional thick looking garments, incredibly light in weight and adequate in keeping her cool. Seera is tall and slender. An Aryan model for her citizens. With black, short cropped hair; keeping in the fashion of the day. She removes her earrings, placing them in the hand of a droid, hanging up her skirt on an extended hook. She slips off her briefs. Then bra, unclipped and moulding itself out of her breast shape. A small staser, a pen shape, is attached to her right ankle; through suction pads it holds fast until touched by her fingers alone. Now completely naked (apart from the staser) she dives into the waters breaking the smooth surface in a splash, which echoes small about the dome above. The water holds her smooth and she enjoys the resistance against her body. All the while her thoughts (as they often do) concern herself- her own achievements, the beauty of her empire. Nothing could usurp it.

Seera rises to the surface, taking in a great gulp of air. She smiles, thinking how like a goddess she must be. She takes in a deep breath, swimming down.