The walkway led to the gallery, into a frenzy of activity from people in overalls clambering up and down the sides of the hall. The air was filled with mechanical noise and the hot smell of ozone produced by the tools. There was some gravity, but it wasn’t a lot. I was reminded of some of the places in Midway Space Station where, because of the locality in the station, gravity was lower than Earth standard. We used to go to play there as children, and then the adults would find us and we’d get into all sorts of trouble.
A couple of people arrived to assist in unloading our luggage from the craft.
Ahead on the gallery, a sliding door opened, and someone stepped out. Someone I had seen many times before, and I had expected to see at some point, but not just yet.
Asha Domiri. In his full p
