Firstclass Pov [new] 【360p】

There’s a rhythm to spacewalking. A liturgy. Clip in. Check tether. Turn bolt one-quarter. Wait for the click. Turn again. Count breaths. Don’t think about the fact that you’re wearing a flimsy bag of nylon and hope between your skin and the most hostile environment imaginable.

I begin the slow drift back, hand over hand along the station’s hull. My tether trails behind me like an umbilical cord—which, I suppose, it is. Attached to this metal womb, fed by its tubes and wires, breathing its recycled farts and science experiments. firstclass pov

My oxygen is at sixty-eight percent. I should move. There’s a rhythm to spacewalking

Keep steps short and numbered. The FirstClass customer values their time. fed by its tubes and wires