T1 Hub, Ganymede Station. A cathedral of chrome and carbon. 10,000 iris doors hiss open and shut in silent, perfect synchronization, shepherding 500,000 souls daily between docking arms, concourses, and the lethal vacuum of space.
Kaelen smiles for the first time. "It is now. And it’s the most stable one we’ve got." T1 Hub Doors Script
Jian leans in the doorway. "You added 'Hope' as a command? That's not a real variable." T1 Hub, Ganymede Station