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The days passed, or rather time did. They slept when tired, woke when rested, and ate when they were hungry. The sense of being on the same schedule with each other even faded away. Emilie seemed to be always awake, getting up from the pilot’s chair only to answer nature’s call or help herself to another meal from the still nearly full cabinet. Geeta worked out to the point of collapsing but only slept for an hour or two before untangling herself from her hammock and stumbling/floating back to the tension bands.
Scout tried to keep to a normal schedule, but it was impossible to know what that was when the world outside the windows never changed. There was no day or night, a fact that Emilie and Geeta were quite used to, having spent their entire lives on board an artificially lit space
