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The door slides open, and a young man bundled up in a heavy cold-suit walks (or, well, waddles) in.
After a moment of staring, Ben unzips the suit. "First my quarters, then the simulator. What's next, the shower?" He bundles the suit under one arm and carries it with him over to the Bar.
"A coffee bean in foil, please," he requests, and then hesitates a moment before adding, "And some kind of fruit juice."
A glass of red grape juice appears, along with a small foil-wrapped object about the size of a coffee bean. Ben puts his Earth Company ID on the Bar to pay, and then carries his suit and his juice over to a booth.
After a moment of staring, Ben unzips the suit. "First my quarters, then the simulator. What's next, the shower?" He bundles the suit under one arm and carries it with him over to the Bar.
"A coffee bean in foil, please," he requests, and then hesitates a moment before adding, "And some kind of fruit juice."
A glass of red grape juice appears, along with a small foil-wrapped object about the size of a coffee bean. Ben puts his Earth Company ID on the Bar to pay, and then carries his suit and his juice over to a booth.