Satellite

A lonely satellite orbiting a slightly compassionate planet. October 31, 2016.

“Okay.” Luna announced as she left the final 6-ball stable on the divot of the rack sheet for a full diamond. “Let’s go.”

She looked at the table as she went to take a seat off to the side. Kayla broke off with sheer brute force, sending one bouncing off of the bed of the table after impacting a cushion. Three rushed to the pockets, two actually went in.

Luna shook her hair into place, and poured herself an ice tea from the steel pitcher as she waited on Kayla to clear the table so she could re rack and start the cycle again. 

Kayla got distracted slightly, and missed the 5. She slammed a fist on the rail, and shoved the cue onto the table. 

"Luna..." Her master's voice wailed in slight defeat. "There it is again."

She came to the small table to take a break. 

“You have all the time in the world to cool down.” Luna commented. “Want some tea?”

“Sure.”

The butler filled the other glass.

Kayla stared at the phone while sipping out of it. Luna looked on in curiosity.

“What’s that?” The rich girl emerged above the chilled glass.

“Nothing, sorry.” 

The scene fell into complete silence for a few brief moments.

“I don’t feel like it anymore. Grab the pitcher with us.” Kayla stood up, preparing to leave, with the glass in hand. The phone turned to her pocket, sharing the exact same glossy black shell as her own phone, only slightly larger.

It wasn’t something Kayla should be doing, she should have taken care of it. If Luna needed, she could have summoned a plate, but she needed to leave now.

Luna could only follow.

Okay, she told herself. This happens to everyone, it could happen at any time, it’s completely normal.

Call the other guy on the other end of the Bluetooth system, tell them exactly what needs to be done, and get it over with.

“Clear it up in the hall here. Everything. Thanks.”

“Alright, Luna. Will get on with it.”

She felt like a distant satellite orbiting a planet. True to her name, of course.

She knew it when she signed up for it, and she never dared to complain with all the benefits she’s receiving every day. Luna wondered if it was okay to keep these thoughts.

Her family told her to call them any time she liked if she felt anything wrong or that have wronged her. 

And she did call them. Just to hear their voice once in a while, reaffirm that she is in fact living rather comfortably inside of a mansion where she herself could have requested assistance.

Then again. If the standards were raised high enough suddenly your perception of it becomes low and you wanted it to go higher. Kayla is perhaps more familiar with it, they call it greed.

Luna is not, perhaps Kayla isn’t either. There is no actual objective reference frame here.

“Luna? What are you doing? Are you talking to yourself?” She giggled.

“What?”

“Something about a planet and greed?”