Alex Chun sat in the employee lounge, sipping water. He hoped he'd keep that down. His space sickness was unusually acute. He tried to distract himself by looking out the window at the Mediterranean 400 kilometers below. He could see Italy, the Adriatic, and the Greek islands, where Odysseus had labored to return home for–what was it, ten years? How many of his crew did he lose on that trip? Alex wondered.
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