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Her First Space Travel

The journey started without any warning.
The means of transport was concisely-designed; the ride was bumpy; her luggage was overly humble; and she was only given one-way communication with the base. While the blue planet was going through a turbulent time, she opened her eyes and only saw a quiet, boundless universe before her.
Posterity says she contributed to the absurdity of that period, while some others believe her birth was just one of those things that were bound to happen. Whatever the original intention was, humans finally took their first step to probe into the universe on 10/04/1957. From then on, the periodic noises on the radio have been given a different meaning, for the listeners were no longer listening to noise, but the calls of the universe.
Maybe humans overestimated her, or maybe they did it on purpose. Anyway, those comments didn't stop her from fulfilling her duty. She orbited the planet, again and again. After 326 orbiting missions, she ran out of battery.
On 01/04/1958, Sputnik-1 cut through the atmosphere in an unobservable state—Since then, she has been busy working in Laplace Scientific Computing Center.

A Secret Part-time Job

"Hey, do you think there's something wrong with this disco ball?"
"WHAT DID YA SAY ...?"
"Oh please Lauren, can you be any drunker? Gosh, stop shouting in my ear!"

She got off work and rushed out of the club before Lauren and her friends figured out what she really is. Even if the Computing Center didn't mind their employees taking part-time jobs next to their real jobs, she insisted on dressing slightly differently from her usual look when she worked at the disco.
The side job is necessary, because the salary from the Computing Center is not enough for her great plan. Fortunately, very few pay attention to the weird "disco ball" hung from the ceiling, so she can probably keep this job for a long time.

One coin, and another.
The small sphere budgets carefully.
She wishes to save up faster, and faster.

She can see the glorious rocket flame in front of her again. Seriously, to save enough money for a rocket -- this is the most reasonable thing a satellite could wish for.

Stay Low-profile, Hush-hush, And Discreet

Pandora Wilson: You mean, you are not the Sputnik-1 that was once sent into the space?
Sputnik: No ... of course not. We are totally different, can't you tell?
Pandora Wilson: I seldom have satellites as my interviewees.
Sputnik: I'm more elegantly-designed, and even shinier!
Pandora Wilson: Speaking of this ... this shine on you, does it help in your part-time job?
Sputnik: Oh, um, I have no comment on this question.
Sputnik: I think we should talk about something more appropriate, something safe.
Sputnik: ... How about the calculated result of this formula?
Pandora Wilson: I hope you understand I'm not here to take a class.