Teenage Neurogenesis
by Elizabeth A Terhune
It was 17:45 on a Friday, and Abby-Gale and Lucy were finishing their second shift in the cleanroom at Earth's First Aerospace, Inc. The brightly-lit room smelled strongly of 70% ethanol, and hummed with the whir of the HEPA filtration system that wove intricately through the facility's corridors. The two teenagers were Senior Aviation Technicians, coworkers since they were hired as interns at age nine back in the year 3052. The pair financially supported their parents, former technicians themselves who were placed on mandatory retirement at age 28. "How's your mom's school going?" asked Lucy.
"Good--she loves ancient history," said Abby-Gale, stepping up a steel ladder to the tip of an under-construction spacecraft.
The two were working on a prototype for the novel Neptunian Rover. The Rover, its gleaming exterior made of high-alloy stainless steel, was designed to withstand ambient temperatures below -250 _C. Abby-Gale and Lucy wore white clean suits with plexiglass face shields, their boots covered by disposable booties, their hair covered by white drawstring hoods.
Lucy grabbed a metallic device and handed it up to Abby-Gale. She extracted a thin metal tube and pressed a button, which triggered a red laser to shine onto the Rover's apical sensor. She muttered something and pressed the button again, retracting the laser.
"Mom said that back around the second millennium, kids went to school and adults worked."
Lucy raised an eyebrow from behind her face shield. "The brains of adults aren't labile enough to understand the latest technologies." She shook her head.
"Mom showed me ancient stills--adults at work." Abby-Gale giggled. "Old ones too."
Lucy, a natural skeptic, didn't buy it. "Adults must have been miserable. Struggling to work on technology, while taking care of their families."
"Plus voting responsibilities," said Abby-Gale. "Took humanity forever to realize it didn't work for anyone. Once tech really took off, it became obvious. Adults could never keep up."
