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Deck the Expanse
Simmons unfolded a triangle of white swiss cheese paper with delicate precision, revealing an intricate snowflake. “What do you think, Anderson?”
“I should know better than to make snowflakes with an engineer. A queer eye doesn’t compare to real talent I guess.” Anderson smiled like a fox before turning out of his chair. “Save the clippings, maybe we can make it snow later.”
“Negative on that, Anderson. I’m still cleaning up glitter from your Independence Day explosion,” Davies said as she floated into the room. Commanding an international team always has its downsides, and Anderson had a unique way of reminding her of that on a daily basis.
“But wasn’t the zero-g explosion spectacular?” Anderson let out a big laugh.
“How did he pass the sanity test, Davies?” Simmons made several strategic clips into a fresh sheet of paper.
“He lied,” Davies said.
Anderson pulled a piece of tape from a roll on his wrist and attached a snowflake to the bulkhead. “Laugh all you want, but this tin can would be a boring ass place without my American charm. Not to mention my piloting skills.”
“You literally pilot a box attached with string as it spins in a straight line.” Simmons said with a definitive snip. The Asaph orbited one of Mars’s moons like a shot put spinning before…
