The Wrench in the Belt
The nanites blinked on the monitor. Green. Steady. Tom watched them the way a father watches a sleeping child — with tired eyes and a quiet dread that he could not name. Platform 7 was a metal box orbiting an asteroid named Gertrude, and Tom had lived in that box for twenty-three years. He was forty-one, went by Wrench, and had not seen Earth with his own eyes since he was a boy. He was born on...
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