As its orbit carried it into the light, we saw the station for the first time. The energy belt crystallized in the new sun. Rising from a massive well on the moon’s surface, energy welled upwards to encompass the station itself. Couched on a crackling bed, the giant cylinder rotated slowly as it hung above the moon. I could see why they called it prehistoric. The station was nothing more than captured asteroids, forced into a cylinder shape by the energy belt. The station itself clung in small modules to the inside of the cylinder. The connecting tubes made it look like a spider’s web, woven between the chaos of the asteroids. The spinning provided a light gravity for the inhabitants.

A large hollowed out asteroid provided 0G landing facilities. I couldn’t help but follow the last bit of space as it disappeared from our view. The inside of the asteroid was well lit. I could see ships docking and leaving from landing areas all over the inside of the sphere. Two other large openings allowed ships to enter and leave the asteroid. We were directed to a berth, and locked on. We floated through our airlock into another large space. The crust of the asteroid was double hulled. A large space curved away from us. Lights on the surface directed passengers to their destinations. We jetted towards the transport landing. The transports were just cabins with seats and tie downs. We strapped in and waited for the lock release. A sharp knock was followed by a slight drop. Then we were in the energy belt. A hazy light filled the windows, but I could still see the rotating cylinder approaching. Slowly, our speed matched the spinning rock face, and I saw a landing come into view. As we touched down, I felt weight for the first time in 6 weeks.

We all staggered a bit as we left the transport. The sight through the ceiling was worth it, though. Spinning above my head, I could see right into the energy well that created the belt. I had to crane my neck as the station’s rotation carried my view of the hole around in a slow circle. The moon’s core lay exposed at the bottom of that hole. Massive magnetic belts ringed the well, creating a swirling tornado of energy. The station hung on the top of that tornado, never quite tipping over to fall into the well, and never quite spinning out into space. Ian’s slap on the back woke me from my daydream, and we turned to go deeper into the station…

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