The glass didn't come all at once. That was the first thing I learned. It comes in layers, like paint on a wall. First the outside of the station goes. Then the next layer. Then the next. You have hours. Sometimes days. Depends on how thick the walls are.
I'm Jack Murrow. I'm fifty-one years old. I clean spaceships for a living. Not the fancy kind that fly to Mars with the astronauts and their press conferences. The old kinds. The ones that sit in orbit like rusting cans, full of people who forgot why they were there. The station's called the L5 Wasteland. Nobody calls it that to my face, but that's what it is. Five years old when I got here....
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