I watched Noor navigating the next tank — a load of carbon for the nanoassembler — towards the construction loading platform out the "window" in front of me. Windows aren't windows to me unless you could open and close 'em. Which would obviously be a mistake out here, two kilometers above planetary atmosphere. The engineers weren’t stupid though, the entire observation deck is made out of some ultra-durable, multi-layered, seamless, miracle material as distantly related to glass as us homo sapiens are to gorillas. Does make for a pretty view. The largest ocean of Ptah-4, our new planetary home for the next few years, was coming into view behind Noor.
He'd gotten in my face last week, screaming how he didn't need a minder while in his personal spaceship/construction rig. The bloody thing looks like someone grafted robotic arms underneath a box and then stuck a fighter jet cockpit for a pod on the front. The maneuvering jets above the arms make it surprisingly maneuverable though. Noor had been screaming something about the AI in his being faster and more helpful than I could ever be. Freaking prima donna.
I'd told him I liked watching him work because he made spacewalks look like a damn ballet and he had one of the galaxy's best backdrops to work with. And I wouldn't suit up and chase his ass down before he burned up in reentry or fell into the acidic oceans if he felt so strongly about it.
Things are a little frosty between us.
It's still the best view on station though.