The Tuesday Continuum
Julian Voss woke on the floor of his hab-unit and knew, with the particular clarity that comes only after one hundred identical mornings, that the ceiling would display Tuesday, Cycle 1 of Standard Day. It did. The simulated aurora above him hummed softly, shifting from deep blue to a pale, questioning green. It was beautiful. It meant nothing. Julian had learned to appreciate the distinction....
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