Fish Tank

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A few other colonists were out for an early evening stroll along the main promenade of Rantoul High Colony’s northern end cap. Jeanette dodged around them, only vaguely mindful of their inquisitive stares. She tried to push her jog into a dead run, but her body refused. Her legs began to ache, reminding her this was only her second day back in the space colony’s gravity field after five weeks of servicing zero-g laboratories in Earth orbit. Her medical regimen called for eight weeks reconditioning in full acceleration after the tour, but this was an emergency! If she hurried, she could catch an immediate launch window for OceanLab.

Her immediate goal was to get to Central Station as quickly as she could. It was nearly twenty kilometers down the giant cylinder of the Rantoul space colony, but fortunately she would not have to run the entire distance.

Without breaking her stride, she unclipped her phone from her belt and slipped the instrument over her ear. A stitch of pain lanced her right side when she reached up to tap out a comm code on her phone. Her right leg jerked spasmodically in response, and she stumbled into a cart laden with bouquets of fresh flowers.

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