Research Station Six
Ell closed the message she had just read. Her face was impassive as she looked out through the tiny window in the bulkhead. Empty space was surprisingly colorful. She knew it wasn’t really, the colors that her eyes saw were a by-product of microscopic space debris getting caught in the pull of the magnetized core of this station. It was still pretty, soothing to watch. Almost mesmerizing. Sometimes she found herself watching for hours on end.
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