The Frequency of Solitude

Posted 2026-05-08 21:30:09

Station Theta-7 hung in the void between the Orion and Perseus arms like a rusted bolt in the hull of God's ship. It had been orbiting the brown dwarf designated BD-4472 for seventy-three years, its hull scarred by micrometeoroid impacts, its solar arrays degraded to thirty percent capacity. The crew of two hundred and fourteen survived on recycled air, hydroponic algae paste, and the stubborn conviction that someone, somewhere, still cared whether they collect

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