The Space Janitor
Dale Rutherford floated in the void, tethered to a piece of debris the size of a refrigerator, trying to figure out how to bolt it to the collection net without losing his grip. The Earth rotated below him, beautiful and indifferent. He had been doing this job for fifteen years, and the work never got easier or more interesting. His hands, cracked and cold, fumbled with bolts in gloves that...
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