Mary is one of those cybers that decided to pick a pilot that had no interest in ever spending most of his life in space. He was happy with the life of a simple Kansas farmer until a piece of Yosemite burned his farm to the ground. So Mary came to life as the kind of homegrown country girl you’d expect to find in the vast stretches of Middle America. I knew a lot of girls like her up in Northern Minnesota, far more at home walking through the fields and pastures than down some big city boardwalk. She’s solid, the kind of person you know you can rely on when things go crazy. And you know what? I always did like her, from the day I met her. She’s one of the most honest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even when that honesty hurts.