Bennu Station, 157:7 - Currents

I can stare out this window for hours. I'm not even looking at anything. The stars and occasional propulsion jet are the perfect backdrop for thinking and the occasional good idea. I'm supposed to be working, but when the big ships dock, I like to lean my head against the window supports and feel the vibrations that would otherwise go unnoticed flow through me. I am the warm recirculated air of…