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The sets of automatic doors opened and closed for him each time with a quiet whisper as he made his way along the empty corridors. Jason was tired of this place, the synthetic walls, the motion sensitive doors, the manufactured “fresh” air, the timed daylight and dark. He missed the real thing, the real rays of sun on his skin, the smell of cut grass, the feel of the sand at the beach, the wails of the soaring seagulls, the real breeze in the real trees in the woods, and so much more. Lately, Jason was getting sentimental, reminiscing about that little coffee shop on Linden Street, his favorite bookstore around the corner, and going to baseball games at night during the summer. God, how he used to love doing that. He missed normal life. He missed Katie. He missed Earth.

He heard the murmuring of his crewmates down the hall. Everyone was still chatting, so the meeting had not begun; he was not late.