Our story starts on the 21st of June, 2011. I was finally able to leave my pod and stretch my legs for the first time in years. Got a good look at myself in the mirror and damn does my face look good.
Fast forward to 2020, and I have no mirror. I have no lounge. I can’t get into bar fights at the station. This existence is too much to bear
I spin my ship, but the rotations are hollow. My dreams were stolen. Who will answer this honourable call to arms and tell me: what happened to walking in stations?