[ It's pretty nice, here. He spends time just floating meditatively, listening to facts about Earth, watching things pass by. He doesn't even attempt to talk to Clay; he just watches things spin.
After a while, though, curiosity gets the better of him. As the bright star (more of a spark, maybe, he thinks) slows down, passing him, he gently touches it. ]
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After a while, though, curiosity gets the better of him. As the bright star (more of a spark, maybe, he thinks) slows down, passing him, he gently touches it. ]