This is the fourth section of the fifteenth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
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Martin took a step outside of the control room. He was never happy when someone else was really involved and deep into a problem he just felt like an outsider. Still, thought Martin, it was quite beautiful out here provided you didn’t suffer from vertigo. That would be the wrong word though, as to the right was the plate he knew and had experienced and to the left was the unknown. It was weird he knew it was over a thousand kilometers away only visible by the lights but it was his home. Strange he thought that he now thought of it that way. Earth was a memory of another time, it was the Habitat that had made him who he was and he realised he still felt it was his as if luck made it his responsibility, his calling. Turning away he stared into the black of the sky ahead of him trying to let his eyes adjust to the darkness and beauty of space.
The simple stillness was spoilt these days by artificial stars that were the exhausts of countless ships, the once static perfect heavens had flys buzzing all over it. Unable to swat them he tried to reassure himself that this was all for the best.
Strange that particular artificial star was perceptibly coming closer. Must be a docking ship. Long time since there’d been one of those that he’d heard of. Most these days were the Habitats which had a barely perceptible exhaust. They really didn’t appear as stars unless they were at full burn and this one was quite quite bright.