Day 1, 1800 Hours - Networking Lab
No, the color of the lights didn't give Sable a single degree of comfort in the cramped, hot cabin, nor did the sounds of technology themselves, though that was much closer to sentimentality than silly little holiday things could ever be. It did sound a lot like her office back on Earth, but she didn't care. Familiarity was for the weak and foolish. There was no chance in the world she would let herself feel homesick, especially not when she'd just arrived on this station just an hour prior. She was the first to arrive, the little face on the CRT had chirped when she first stepped foot on Morpheus, and the second would be coming shortly. That was all she knew about the person she was supposed to be working with alone for two years. That they existed, and that they were coming. Fingers crossed that they aren't an absolute imbecile.
Sable slid a piece of paper across her cramped, somewhat rickety desk, tired eyes trying tp scan the instructions line by line. So many instructions. So many directions. Not just on paper, but on little cassettes littered about the offices, or stored deep in wherever the AI's mainframe was located. This was obviously a huge operation, just going by the size of the station itself. It was massive. The size of an entire research building, just yearning to be staffed with a full academic body, but dealt a hand of only two. And why?
Profit margins, she thought to herself, and sniggered internally. Administrations anywhere found ways to cut the costs any way they could, especially in pursuits not deemed profitable. If this was some kind of dead-end research stop, it'd make sense for them to downsize the team, cut off parts of the satellite to preserve power, and leave a shit-ton of work for just a few people. She saw it all the time back at- no. She wasn't going to think about home. She wasn't going to get homesick. She was just going to focus on getting settled, reading all the documents, and waiting for her faceless associate to arrive at God-knows-when.
"Hello!" shouted a static-filled, muffled voice from the speakers above. "Transport vessel inbound!"
Speak of the devil. Anything to break this irksome isolation. Sable rose from her chair, stretched her legs, and head off for the docking bay.