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The door slid up, and Austin entered his quarters. It closed behind him, shutting out the activity in the hallway.
The bunk situated on the top right of the small room was about the size of his tiny closet back home. A workstation with a laptop was anchored in a nook underneath the bed. On the left, a compartment remained open with a bar across to hang clothing, although all he would be wearing would be Tizona blue.
At the end of the room, a small window the size of a plate revealed the star field. The space outside crept past as the station rotated. The red outer edges of the nebula soon glowed through the cramped quarters. He collapsed into the seat in front of his new laptop. He cracked open the orientation packet and read the instructions of how to send emails, communicate face-t
