The station was another blown planetoid. Earth doesn’t allow that anymore, but this one was old. We unloaded the rocks and other stuff, straight into quarantine, in case vacuum-transported rock contained something harmful to the environment of a station fifteen light hours out from Earth. Still, our job was done. After that, we did dinner. I really wasn’t impressed. This was Earth, or at least Sol system, where salmon come from. It was bland and mushy. I had a seared tuna appetizer, and that was uninteresting as well. The server said, “It’s never as good up here. They need gravity to grow right. Down on Earth they’re fantastic.” Possibly. Other systems raise them in emgee with no trouble. Roger was definitely looking me over. I guess seeing me naked and soapy had interested him more than before. I was sure he’d be great, too, but there were so many reasons not to cross that line. He and Juan were in charge of contracting cargo. I ran bots to clean the hold, including moving some of the inboard cans to dust behind them.
