“And we’re just minutes away from lift-off,” said the BBC reporter. We could have watched American news, Chinese news, Russian news, it would have all been the same. The long shot of Baikonur Cosmodrome interspersed with shots of the huge launch vehicle on the pad.

The reporter stood in the observation room overlooking Moscow’s Mission Control Center. “Today’s launch is the ninth in a total of sixteen total launches for Project Hail Mary, but it is arguably the most important one. This payload contains the cockpit, lab, and dormitory modules. Astronauts on ISS are ready to receive the modules and will spend the next two weeks positioning them on the Hail Mary’s frame, which was built over the last several expeditions…”

Ilyukhina raised her vodka. “Do not fuck up my house, Roscosmos bastards!”

“Aren’t they your friends?” I asked.

“They can be both!” She bellowed with laughter.

The countdown came on-screen. Less than a minute to go.

Yáo leaned forward and peered intently. It must have been hard—a military man of action forced to passively watch something so important play out.

DuBois saw Yáo’s expression. “I’m certain the launch will go well, Commander Yáo.”

“Mm,” said Yáo.

“Thirty seconds to launch,” said Ilyukhina. “I cannot wait that long.” She downed her vodka and immediately poured herself another glass.

The assembled scientists pressed forward a bit as the countdown continued. I found myself pinned against the back of the couch. But I was too focused on the screen to care.

DuBois craned his neck to look back at me. “Will Ms.Stratt not be joining us?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “She doesn’t care about fun stuff like launches. She’s probably going over spreadsheets in her office or something.”

He nodded. “Then it’s fortunate that we have you here. To represent her, in a way.”

“Me? Represent her? How did you get that idea?”

Ilyukhina spun her head to face me. “You are number two, no? You are first officer of Project Hail Mary?”

“What? No! I’m just one of the scientists. Like all these guys.” I gestured to the men and women behind me.

Ilyukhina and DuBois looked at each other and then back to me. “You honestly think this?” she said.

Bob Redell spoke up behind me. “You’re not like the rest of us, Grace.”

I shrugged at him. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The point is,” DuBois said, “you are, somehow, special to Ms.Stratt. I had assumed you two were engaged in sexual congress.”

My mouth fell agape. “Wha—what?! Are you out of your mind?! No! No way!”

“Huh,” said Ilyukhina. “Perhaps you should be? She is uptight. She could use good roll in hay.”