Mysteries on the Space Stations - 5 Lunar Station Armidale

 5 Lunar Station Armidale

Ariadne considered that the station did look similar terms of interior design. This was especially true in the Concourse area. “No new designs?” she asked.

 

“Hardly any,” Brown-Samuels said.

 

“So, there are some?” Ariadne asked.

 

“Somewhere, but I’m not sure where.”

 

“Let’s start then,” Ariadne said as she looked around the concourse which she considered did look like the other Concourse rotated 90 degrees.

 

“We’ll start with the Laboratories.”

 

“Cool. They’re sure to be state of the art.”

 

 

Ariadne found that the labs were slightly better than those on the other station. ‘But then they were upgraded last year.’

 

“Next will be the Library,” Brown-Samuels said.

 

“Is it larger than the one on the other?”

 

“Not only that, but it also has a high-speed connection to the Lunanet.”

 

“That’s good. Like the two second latency to Earth would be a little annoying,” Ariadne said with a little humour. “Unlike the other outposts elsewhere in the system.”

 

“Apparently, there are now more than 100000 people living outside the Earth-Moon system.”

 

“I knew there were tens of thousands.”

 

 

Ariadne entered the library, which looked like the other station’s library, except it was larger and had more books. She accessed a terminal and looked up an Earth-bound site which she was sure didn’t have a Lunaside mirror. Sure enough, there was the two second delay. She shrugged and turned to Brown-Samuels. “I’d like to settle in now,” she said.

 

“Of course,” Brown-Samuels said.

 

 

 

The accommodation was similar to that of the other station, there being single rooms similar to the university residences. Ariadne found that her luggage had been placed next to the bed. ‘Good.’

 

 

Having unpacked, Ariadne went to the Main Dining Hall. This too looked like the one in the other station. She sighed. Again.

 

 

“…Ariadne?”

 

“Sorry, I was thinking about the how similar the stations again,” Ariane said to her friend, Astrid Andersson, who was back in Armidale.

 

“That’s OK.”

 

“So, you were saying?”

 

“So, I said that I will get to go to the new station next term.”

 

“That’s good.”

 

“I just have to come up with a project.”

 

“I’m sure you can come up with one soon.”

 

Astrid gave a smile. “Thanks. That reminds me, I have been working on something that may qualify.”

 

“That’s good.”

 

 

After the chat with Astrid, Ariadne wandered the station, knowing that she wouldn’t get lost. “Oh to copy a design made many decades ago. Why not come up with something new?” she wondered. ‘Hmm, I may have something there,’ she thought. She did dabble in poetry and creative writing. “Oh to copy a design made many decades ago. Why not come up with something new? Was it to save money? … No, that doesn’t work.” She wrote it down anyway.

Putting the dataslate back in the case, she tried again.

 

“Oh, to copy a design made many decades ago. Why not come up with something new?

Or would it be a copy of something else? Have all the practical designs been used?

…”