Xenogeny

“Disconnecting in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” We plunge into weightlessness as the ship detaches from the station, drifting away from the spinning ring. I stare upward, focusing on the metal. “You alright, Shoemaker?” It’s not alright, but there are no words for it. “Just trying not to get sick.” I try not to think about what lies beneath the white clouds of Pearl. There’s something wrong about it, some…