The red light of the shield above the outpost always made me sleepy. Like sunsets on Earth, sweet Earth. Mom and Dad work the mining drones, I work the general store, and little sis helps me when she can. Tom Dray, the outpost chief engineer, came in yesterday and told me the shield generator is on the fritz.. just in time for the yearly meteor shower. I'm thinking it's no coincidence that elections are just around the corner. We're indentured for another decade.. we just have to work it out and then the Galaxy Corps will let us have some freedom. Tom says freedom isn't what it used to be, but he's sour since the GC posted his son on Titan Prime to work the sand dredger AI. I miss him, too, but he'd on the fast track to being a trillionaire. Sorry, I'm rambling. You'll like it here, don't worry.