Relations: Smash Your TV! (online version)
Jenna Sanchez 
Money. It was a strange thing to have as much of it as she needed. Jenna's job on the
Space Station paid very well. And it didn't cost her much money to feed herself. And
they didn't charge her anything to live on the station. And the station was beautiful in
its way. If Randy Savoy could be up here with her, she was sure that she could live up
here and be happy forever.
But he was not up here. He was down there somewhere. She looked down at the planet
Earth and tried to figure out where Massachusetts was again. Hotcha had shown her a few
times before, but often times that part of the Earth was not in view. She couldn't see
any familiar shapes. It didn't matter. Wherever Massachusetts was, it was so far away
that it might as well be on the sun. The passing of time did not ease the desperation
she felt. She needed to be with Randy. She would give all of this up in a heartbeat
to be with him again.
She was glad it was almost time for work. Work could at least distract her for awhile.
Take her mind off of how much she missed him. She looked herself over in the
mirror. She was starting to get a sense of what she found attractive. With her hair
done this way, and in her long white dress with the Boeing logo on it, she found herself
attractive. Many, many men on the station asked her out on dates. And she even knew
Randy would not mind if she went on dates with them. Or even started a relationship
with one or two of them. But she could not think of it until she knew Randy was safe.
She had to know that before any other aspect of her life could continue.
She looked out at her audience as she took the stage. She wasn't afraid of them any more.
On her first day she was terrified, even though the audience was half the size, and even though
she had sung for much larger audiences at UUtopius. Something about getting paid so much money
to sing had put so much pressure on her. At first. But now she was used to it. All the
Boeing pilots and station personnel always loved her songs. They seemed to be in awe of her
the way many people were in awe of Hotcha. That made the singing easier and easier.
"House the people... living in the streets. Shoe the children... with no shoes on their
feet." All of the songs that were her fathers favorites were a huge hit up here on the
station. Songs that had been forgotten, nearly erased from existence, were brought back to
life through Jenna's powerful voice. It was the greatest way imaginable to honor her father.
"I want to fly like an eagle... to the sea. Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me."
She sang for hours. And near the end of her set John Lamas showed up again. He was always
offering to buy her dinner. Lately she had started allowing him to sit with her. She could
afford to buy her own dinner. But he was nice to talk to.
John was an officer in the Boeing Private Corporate Army. He was always telling her about
how good she was for the Boeing spirit. She liked to hear it. Boeing had been so good to her.
Ester Weinstein reminded Jenna of her grandmother. Over dinner, John Lamas told Jenna about the
famed Boeing loyalty. She could only half listen because half of her mind was consumed by
thoughts of Randy. The Boeing loyalty, and how unusual it was for a corporation to go in
this direction and oppose what had been corporate orthodoxy for so long. But he assured her
that wherever Ester Weinstein would lead, every single Boeing officer and employee would
follow, because that was the Boeing loyalty. Jenna thought that sounded silly. And that the
people should follow Ester because what she was doing was the right thing. Not just because it
was Ester. John tried again to explain why it was necessary to have a chain of command and
loyalty and organization to prevent chaos and promote efficiency. It still sounded silly to
Jenna, but she felt like she was young and didn't know much about the world so she didn't
force the issue. She just listened and nodded a lot and thought about Randy.