I glance at the duty roster. Two mechanics are on break, playing zero-G poker in the centrifuge. “I’ll wake them. Welcome to the Hub.”
They think the moon is about science. Or glory. Or war. moon hub
But at night? At night, it’s mine.
It’s not. It’s about logistics. It’s about the 3 AM shipments and the cracked seals and the quiet men who know which bay is empty. The moon is just a stepping stone. But a hub? A hub is where the stones land. I glance at the duty roster