When the Contract Is the Founder

At Aether-Core Synthetics a coolant tank drifted past Kester Pike at shoulder height during a Gravimetric Shear and he had the magnetic line around it before it cleared the overhead rail. Below the Zero-G Perch the crew resolved the shear without calling up. Dane Sterling confirmed the harvest figures against the production record and clipped the log to the board beside the window.

The coolant tank drifted past Kester Pike at shoulder height before he caught it. He was the lead tether-man and he had the magnetic line around the base of the tank and cinched before it cleared the overhead rail. The Gravimetric Shear had hit the harvest sphere at Aether-Core Synthetics four minutes earlier and the dust motes in the Well were still swirling in tight frantic orbits around the violet core-light instead of falling. The air smelled of ionized salt and freezing copper and the whump-whump of the compressed air moving through the sphere came up through the floor into the boots as though the floor itself were breathing.

Solana Rez, the flux chemist, was at the catalyst injectors with her timing log open. She injected the first pulse, watched the violet haze in the Well, and injected the second. Blake Hallow, the structural sentry, was at the carbon fiber hull with a kinetic welder, fusing the ripple that had opened along the seam during the shear in short controlled bursts without calling up. The pins-and-needles sensation on the skin that came with every shear had not yet cleared.

In the earlier years of the operation the shear meant a halt. Solana stood at the injectors and waited for Dane Sterling, the core superintendent, to authorize the pulse sequence. Blake spotted the hull ripple and radioed up to ask whether to weld or evacuate. Kester held the tether line and waited for Dane to dictate the anchor points before throwing it. The violet glow would dim and the whump-whump would stop and the crew would hang in their harnesses and look upward toward the Zero-G Perch and wait. The loop did not close until Dane spoke. When the shear ended and Dane left the next shear began from the same place the previous one had begun.

Solana injected the third pulse. The violet haze sharpened into a steady beam. Kester cinched the final tether with a thwack of metal on metal and the whump-whump resumed its steady beat. Blake sealed the last section of the hull ripple and stepped back from the weld.

The dust motes stopped swirling and began to fall.

Founding is the point at which an enterprise ceases to be a draft and begins to have a history.

Dane unclipped his harness when the numbers cleared and let the zero gravity carry him slowly toward the console. He did not reach for the coffee. He pulled the density-drift log from the wrist monitor, confirmed the harvest figures against the production record, and clipped the log to the board beside the Perch window. Below him the crew was already back inside the loop.

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Rebecca Jackman